"do you trust Me?"

 as a baby trusts its mother...do you also trust in God?

 

Many of you have said prayers; heaven must be full of them, kind of like Voice Mail that needs to be cleared out. Yet how many of you, when receiving an answer, are willing to follow through?

When my husband was given a diagnosis of skin cancer, I stormed heaven with my prayers. I cried, I begged God, "we have only been married for five years! Please, you can't take him now!" I heard a Voice ask me, "do you trust me?"

OK, let's stop right there and examine this:
"Do you trust me?"
Four little words that can have a huge impact on anyone!
"Do you trust me?"
Trust.

Five letters. Big assumptions. Trust. Trust is something that all of us are born with. All of us. No matter what economic situation you are initially born into, you have trust. You look at your momma's face and trust: "she has food." You root for her nipple, there it is! Life giving fluids...and thus, trust is kindled. Diaper wet? You cried, diaper was changed. Just want to be held? Mom was right there, soothing words said, more trust is built. Soon you learned to walk. You may have fallen once...or twice...but mom smiled at you--encouraged you...and you trusted that you could do this...and so you kept on...and did it. Older still, studying for college finals. Again, mom trusted in your efforts...thus you trusted also in yourself--and aced it.

Trust was built and reinforced.

Say you came from a horrible past. Mom wasn't there for you. Things were withheld from you. You grew up in poverty...or abuse....someone hurt you...at some point, trust was broken. That chain was snapped. There are a few who can become resilient and keep moving forward, many cannot. They mistrust everything and everyone around them. They grow up to be hateful, misguided, hurtful people. They pass that distrust of others on to the next generation....from a young age, all a child hears is how "we don't trust no black folk," or white folks, or Asian folk, or Mid-East folk...hate grows....and grows....

Trust...let's go back to the beginning.

Once upon a time, God placed a couple in a garden so beautiful and gave them EVERYTHING they could have ever wanted or needed. Then came a stupid serpent who gave them a nibble of a thought, "what if....God held out on you?" Ah...mistrust has been planted. and all throughout OUR own generations, over time, there has been that niggling doubt.

"Do you trust me?"

Jesus obviously did. When he prayed for that cup to pass from Him, he trusted...and continued, "but if not, not My will...but THY will be done!"
His mother, Mary also said, "Be it done to me according to THY word!" when asked to become the Mother of Jesus!

Trust. "Do you trust Me?"

...and I said, with tears running down my face, "yes, Lord, I trust You! but...it is so hard!"
Well, no one said it would be easy--see above! All through Biblical time, it HAS been hard.
But-- it has also been worth it.

Next time you are up against it and you hear a small, quiet Voice...respond in the positive. "Yes, Lord...I DO trust You!" and watch what happens. Miracles happen all the time. Are you passing up on a chance to experience it all because of a lack of trust?