. . . because I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him for that day. II Timothy 1:12
How much do I trust Him . . . really? Oh man, this question is one I have always avoided. I would suspect that it has been one that many choose not to ask of themselves for fear of the truth that lies beneath the selfish surface of our own sufficiency.
One of my boys thinks it’s fun to randomly fall backwards toward me without notice. I’ve told him over and over again this is not a good idea. “What if I don’t see you or notice you falling? What then?” His reply . . . “Dad, you wouldn’t let me fall, you’ll catch me, right?” That’s some firm trust!
Unlike my son, unlike Paul or Timothy, I’m looking behind me to see if God is there to catch me — before I take the plunge. That’s not faith — nor trust. That’s doing things my way. God wants me to abandon my way and have faith in His way — though it doesn’t make sense at times. But my plan seems to abandon His way for mine most of the time.
Yes, Lord, I pray for your provision on those I love. Give them the fruits of your hand in whatever form you see fit: sunshine or storms, abundance or famine, wealth or poverty, health or illness, peace or conflict. Whatever it takes to draw them nearer. And for me, I pray the same! Give me the confidence to fall into you with all things, in all things, from all things. I do trust you Lord, with everything! And even when I don’t, I know you will give me a chance to find out if I am.
. . . being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Philippians 1:6