Dare I admit that? That although I’ve walked with God for
nearly 30 years and found Him to be consistently faithful, we’re facing
circumstances where the gravity to which we’re having to trust Him has left this
question whispering in my ear:
Are we being completely foolish to trust Him – THIS much?!? . . .
Are we being completely foolish to trust Him – THIS much?!? . . .
My prayers are outrageous. My trust feels
irresponsible.
And remember, I’m the responsible one. The older brother.
And remember, I’m the responsible one. The older brother.
I read somewhere that faith is trusting God so much that if
He didn’t come through, you’d fall flat on your face. Lately, we’ve been in a
circumstantial free fall, and we see the ground merely inches away in time.
We’ve sought to be good stewards by checking all options to
prevent destruction. Because we don’t want to be like the guy sitting on top of a roof in a flooded land watching boats go by and asking God why He didn’t
rescue him. We’ve looked for the boats as we’ve simultaneously trusted Him. And
our view from the rooftop shows we have no other choice but only to trust Him.
(At which point I’ll add a little levity to say that you know you’re a mom of a
5th grader when you pray to the Lord with all sincerity of heart yet
a little smirk on your face saying, “Help me, Lord. You’re my only hope.”)
I know what’s true. I take God at His word when He says that
He’s able to do immeasurably more than anything I could ever ask, or even
imagine. Yet when the usually-calm Red Sea is suddenly violently splashing at your legs
and you can feel the sweat of the soldiers as their advance breathes down your
neck, trusting God feels foolish.
If that’s where you are today, I want you to know you’re not alone.
And He can handle our raw honesty, friend. Our humanity. In fact, He welcomes it.
(Image above: Scene from ‘Exodus: Gods and Kings’ 20th Century Fox)
