What Trust Looks Like

Have you ever found yourself facing something you can’t control?

Something bigger than you.

Something hard.

In moments like these, it’s one thing to say, “God, I trust you.”

It’s a whole other thing to really mean it.

I can say I trust God all day long, but if I find my thoughts going back to my situation continually, if I find my mind wandering towards worry or doubt, if I find my heart slipping over and over again, then I’m really just “all words” when it comes to trust.

I’ve been thinking this morning about what trust would look like if I could see it right here in front of me.

If I could paint a picture of trust, what would the canvas hold?

If I could trace trust in the sand, how would it be shaped?

Trust is so much bigger than a word.

It’s deeper than the deepest valley, higher than the highest mountain.

Trust is wider than our mind can stretch, and it’s more freeing than the opening of every prison door bolted shut on the planet.

Trust is a child tossed high in the air by a loving father and giggling all the way back into his arms.

Trust is standing on the edge of a cliff, arms open wide, and not feeling fear.

Trust is a mother bird leaving her babies alone in their nest as she goes in search of food.

Trust is casting every single care upon God and then walking away and not looking back.

Maybe that was Lot’s wife’s problem when she looked back.

Maybe she didn’t trust that God truly had a plan for her outside the only city she called home.

I verbalize my trust in God often.

I’ve learned how to say it and most the time mean it, but lately I’ve found myself picking back up things I laid down a long time ago.

I’ve found myself clutching things I need to release.

My grip has replaced His grip, and I want to let go……………………..

So, today, trust looks like open hands, extended high above me.

Trust brings freedom, and I want it today.

If you find yourself holding on to things God longs to take from you, I challenge you to ask Him for help.

He longs to be trusted by you.

In a world where putting your trust in others can be painful, I’m so thankful for a Heavenly Father who is worthy of my trust.

Forgive me, Lord, when my trust in you is less than it should be.  Help me release my grip.

Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
    my hope comes from him.
 Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
    he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God
    he is my mighty rock, my refuge.

 Trust in him at all times, you people;

pour out your hearts to him,

    for God is our refuge.

Psalm 62;5-8