It’s easy to trust in God when I really don’t do any trusting. I say, “I trust that God will take care of…,” but I’m really just saying it, not doing it.
When I look back on my life I try to find times when I really trusted in him. Times where I placed all my bets on his power and his grace and nothing else. Times where if he didn’t come through, there was no way out. It was him or nothing.
I wish I had many tales to tell of this kind of trust. But too many times, I do all the thinking and planning and none of the trusting. I leave very little for God to do for me. And he respects me. He never gets in my way.
I say, “I have to trust in Jesus.”
No I don’t. Never do I have to. It’s always up to me.
What if I went to him for everything? What if I really placed all my trust in him?
How many times do I face a challenge or a threat… and instantly my mind races to hatch a plan I hope will be blessed along the way?
What if I stopped right away instead?
And got on my knees,
looked up to heaven and said,
“It’s yours Lord. It’s all yours. All you or nothing.”