Trusting in the One Who Gives Life

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will direct your paths” (Proverbs 3: 5). I memorized this verse as a child. If it could live in my heart as well as in my memory, my life could flow more peacefully.

I had felt spiritually dry and adrift. I wanted to do something or read something that could change my condition, but was at a loss about what that could be. I felt anxious, but I knew I had to trust and wait, as uncomfortable as that was. A few days later I was on my way to Charleston for a family occasion over the weekend during which I would have some time to read. I went to my bookshelves. There was a book whose title drew me. I didn’t know the book and was curious what it might say. Sure enough, when I was waiting in my motel room and picked up the book, the words poured from the book and into my heart. It was just the right book at just the right time. I’ve had that experience enough times that you would think I would trust in its happening and be able to avoid the anxiety.

Someone made discouraging comments to me about my writing, saying that my topics were too big to cover in such a short space. The one I was writing that day left me certain that she was right, and I felt blue. I prayed that God would send me encouragement if I was to keep writing. My low spirits have been lifted often by something unanticipated that seemed like a special gift from God, so I prayed remembering that kind of experience, trying to avoid getting stuck in my feelings. That afternoon, when I went for a haircut, the woman who cuts my hair had recently come back from a family funeral. Before we knew it, she was telling me about her spiritual experiences and some times of being hurt. When I told her about what I was writing, she was very excited, because my words directly spoke to her condition and encouraged her. I left with a nice haircut and a cheerful spirit. Wow! What a quick and joyful answer to my prayer.

A blessing of being older is being able to remember past experiences that remind me that God is trustworthy. When I can relax into that confidence, I can let go my need to control, and I can go forward with curiosity instead of anxiety and despair.

Queries:

How well are you able to trust in yourself? In God?

What experience of surprises that seem like gifts do you remember? What might help you notice them?

Prayer:

“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” (Psalm 27:1).

For further reflection:

Read the story of Jesus and the woman of Samaria, John 4: 1-30.

“I am about to do a new thing . . .” (See Isaiah 43: 18-19).

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5 thoughts on “Trusting in the One Who Gives Life

  1. Patty: On “Someone made discouraging comments to me about my writing, saying that my topics were too big to cover in such a short space.” What attracts me about your writing is that it is you as opposed to a dissertation.

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    • Thanks, Richie. I like to present some food for thought, and then let the reader do with it what is useful to the reader. So what I write isn’t that important. It’s just important that I share honestly something I find meaningful. Thanks for your encouragement.

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  2. I too have a bookshelf angel. She never ceases to surprise and amaze me. The Spirit has given me so many reasons to trust her, but I am an incredibly slow learner.

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  3. Patty, our new kitty cat ran away today. We were all scared for him and heartbroken for us. With tears, I was trying to find a neighborhood address when I ran across this blog entry. Your Scripture gave me deep comfort, and your line, “My low spirits have been lifted often by something unanticipated that seemed like a special gift from God, so I prayed remembering that kind of experience, trying to avoid getting stuck in my feelings,” nudged me out of my negativity. I remembered when our last cat ran away; that evening, as I was going to bed, I looked out the window and there she was, sitting on our deck looking in. A hallelujah moment. Tonight, after reading your blog, I breathed in a sense of calm and whispered a prayer that Elliott, our cat, would be safe and return home. Thirty minutes later, Dale put Elliott’s food out on the deck. As he did so, I looked out the window. And guess who was there!!

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