Trust

I am coming off a crazy busy weekend.

And am currently procrastinating, waiting until the very last minute to take my poli sci test, staying up too late, somehow convincing myself the later I stay awake, the farther away Monday morning is.

I had a conversation on Friday night, sitting at the tables outside Common Grounds, with one of my favorite men in the world. He and I don't do much interaction when it comes to big groups. Even when we're with our family, we hug and say hi, but don't exchange too many words. But every once in a while, I get him all to myself. And we have had some of the best conversations, just me and him. Listening and talking, give and take. His eyes light up when I talk, and I know he hears me. This means the world to me... and causes me to delve deeper into my heart, leading to understanding and change.

One of the lessons I learned? A realization I caught and internalized, sitting there on High Street?

We claim to have faith.
"Everything works out for the good..."
"For I know the plans I have for you..."
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart..."
"But He knows the way I take..."
"Do not be anxious about anything..."
"Do not worry about tomorrow..."

But then we become nervous wrecks when our worlds turn upside down. We are disoriented and consumed with thoughts of the future and worries about our well-being.

But if we never give God the opportunity to take care of us, how will we ever come to understand the lengths to which is Glory extends?

How would we ever know how powerful He is, how much He cares about every small aspect of our lives, unless we give it to Him to take care of?

This is a trust issue.

One my Father and I are working out even as we speak.

So, tonight, I urge you simply to let go.

When it is all too much and your eyes cant see far enough and you are too weary to continue....

open your hands.