I came to God with a mountain load of worries today. As I was riddling off my fears on my way to class I ended my list with a simple prayer.
God, please help me to trust you.
Life is overwhelming. It is messy. It is hard. And honestly, sometimes it scares me.
But it is in the midst of my anxiety and doubt that the Lord takes my hand and whispers, “daughter, I already have it all figured out.”
I cling to the promises that I hear in that still, small voice.
I know the plans He has for me are so much greater than anything I could ever plan for myself. I know that He has been preparing me for such a time as this. I know that He has His hand on the knob of each door I need to walk through and will open them in His good and perfect time. I also know that He closes the doors that don’t lead me closer to Him.
And it is because I know all of this that I don’t need to know the rest.
Hear me on this:
We are not called to understand God. We are called to trust Him.
This world is big but my God is so much bigger. The future is scary but my God has foreseen every second of it. Anxious thoughts are heavy but my God supplies abundant peace. I make plans but my God makes better ones.
And oh how deserving He is of every ounce of my trust.