still,

still, I trust.

I would love to be able to say that I am navigating this time of hardship in our family with grace and joy. But the truth is that I’m struggling.

Still, I trust.

And I think that’s the heart of real faith – it’s daring to trust God and have hope that flies in the face of what appears to be certain defeat.

So even though all I have is a tiny bit of hope…it’s all I need to keep walking forward in trust while I wait on the Lord.

I have been pouring over the Psalms because they seem to understand my plight and they nod in agreement when I pray ”where are you God?” and “I trust you Father” in the same breath.

This morning, on my knees, I wrote my own Psalm. It is a humble offering, I realize, but it’s literally all I could muster. I didn’t want to share it at first, because I felt it would make me look weak and kind of pathetic. But then I realized that’s how I can best show God’s light in my life. I am a fragile clay jar containing a great treasure (2 Cor. 4:7).

Still, I trust.

Nothing about the last six months makes sense to me.

Still, I trust.

It seems like darkness is winning on so many fronts.

Still, I trust.

These days, I don’t even want to get out of bed.

Still, I trust.

I have a cried a million tears and there seem to be a million more.

Still, I trust.

Doors keep closing, not opening.

Still, I trust.

My heart is overwhelmed and my body is exhausted.

Still, I trust.

I cannot see, nor can I comprehend, how this will work for good.

Still, I trust.

No relief is in sight.

Still, I trust.

 

Friend, I don’t where you are on the journey. But wherever you are standing- on the mountain or in the valley- I invite you to join me in trust. There is powerful hope found in trusting the God of the Universe, and his hope does not disappoint. As always, I love hearing from you. Email me or comment on the blog and I will get on my knees for you. Let’s do this faith journey together.

Blessings,

Minta

Psalm 62: “Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress where I will never be shaken. My victory and honor come from God alone. He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me. O my people, trust him at all times. Pour out your heart to him, for God is our refuge.”

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