A couple of weeks ago, our Pastor supplied each of us with a blank index card prior to the beginning of the service. The sermon had to do with trust. Our trust in God. He asked us to take our index cards and on one side, list all those things that we trust to God.
I dutifully lifted my pen to card, and wrote without hesitation “I trust God’s promise of salvation and I trust that He is with me always.”
Next, he asked us to flip the card over and list all those things we can’t trust God to handle. I picked up my pen, stared at the card, stared at Pastor and laughed to myself. Ha! He got me good on that one! Nice trick!
You see, I trust in God 100%. I can’t just trust him half way. I don’t trust him to handle some things and then turn others over to my expertise. It doesn’t work that way. It’s taken some life experiences for me to get to this place where I trust in God completely. The good. The bad. And the ugly. And sometimes, with new calamities, I have to recommit myself.
The cool part: I didn’t realize that I had evolved so fully in my trust in God until we were asked to do this exercise. So thanks, Pastor! Realizing it, I have settled into a new-found lounge chair — knowing that He truly does have my life in His hands and I can count on Him, always, to see me through.