He woke me up briefly in the middle of the night with this one phrase – God, I trust you. And finally I knew what to write. I asked Him for this very thing just before sleeping. Overwhelmed as I was by too many things all week long. Mental confusion and physical ailments, and I knew. I knew it was the enemy’s lame attempt at trying to derail me and I knew he couldn’t possibly win. Not with Him. On my side, fighting, delighting. And so I asked as I settled into bed – Give me your counsel as I sleep tonight. And He did just that.
God, I trust you. It’s my most heartfelt and helpful prayer. I said this to my sister as we drove north toward home Sunday after a day spent with family. She was talking theology, an ongoing conversation she’s been having with a friend about free will and a sovereign God. And I say I’d rather tell a story than argue such things, but one thing I do know. It’s this prayer He’s given.
And it’s just what I need to give me perspective in the midst of this mind-boggling week. God, I trust you.
Last weekend I attended a writer’s conference. From the moment of waking Saturday morning I was a mess of emotions. Doubts and excitement. Inadequacy and hope. I knew from the start I’d need reinforcement – perspective and courage from the One Who Gives Stories. And He was more than faithful. I’ve got you covered. But it was overwhelming. It was. I heard someone say we were 700 writers-to-be or writers-already gathered elbow to elbow for the keynote session. A whole day filled with moments of sweet inspiration and too much information. Not at all sure I’m cut out for this cutthroat life. And then, unexpected, He gives me this GIFT. Affirmation beyond imagination. And I know without question I can trust His timing, His plan. God, I trust you. I do.
Tomorrow we leave for McAllen, Texas. Jimmy and me and a bus full of students, heading out on a mission. Thirty hours straight through, and ten days nonstop, 4:30am to midnight and sleep whenever you can grab it, which for leaders is hardly ever at all. And I’m beyond excited for my bilingual son to experience God through all this serving. But I’m counting the cost and knowing how taxing and yet He is faithful. God, I trust you. I do.
All week long with a list endless of things to accomplish before boarding a bus, and it’s this week He chooses to open every imaginable door to serve His kingdom. New neighbors and sweet friendships and family and phone calls and meetings and games. Nonstop. And He knows this. He always gives just what is needed. So God, I DO trust you.
A brother, estranged, now back on the radar. Having a baby. How to be a sister at a time like this? I trust you. A teen turning adult, no sure plan for his future, needing direction. And both of us parents say it together. We trust you. All this and more, and last night before sleeping, I ask for His counsel, and He’s faithful to give it. So.
God, I trust you. I do.