When we have every human reason to be overwhelmed can we trust God? Or can we trust enough?
We wring our hearts in despair because we don’t truly believe that God is present enough or big enough . . . or knows what He’s talking about when He says He is sufficient to hold all the pieces in His holy palm.
The strange and sweet collision of holding on and letting go.
The times when we become still as a stone when a doctor recites a sealed fate determined by a blood test or scan. Sometimes the diagnosis flat lines us before the illness. It’s then we need to just trust in the Healer whose blood covers the whole and broken matter.
As I write this, I’ve been having my own stone-still time listening to the silence of my fragmented heart hoping to be delivered from the noise in my head. To listen for the liberating comfort that comes from the solo Voice that makes sense out of something so senseless.
And it says to me . . . trust in the Lord with all of your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all of your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight. Don’t worry about tomorrow. He’s got it under control. Just trust in the Lord with all of your heart and He will carry you through.
So, trust must be simple obedience. Just.
I’ll never understand, but I’ll believe.
The secret is to hide in the holy space that can be found in the middle of the madness. You may need to visit there . . . right now. We can get there on bended knee . . .
Maybe your hiding place has been the same as mine . . . in the corner of the hospital corridor, between floors on the elevator, within the sanctuary of your car, or even seated in the waiting room of a dialysis center. The holy space protects us from the subtle seduction of the enemy who paints over glory with a collage of negative images.
But, we can’t overlook the glory beneath, can we?
When God offers life all we can do is stand up. Or help the one who can’t.