Bright blue sky greets me on this Monday morn. Birds chirping and the scent of fresh cut grass fills the air. Yet, I am struggling today due to extreme pain within my head and circumstance that lies before. I find myself wrestling with the word, Trust.
Wrong doings, shame, and worries were written down on white paper, then taped to a make-shift cross at a Good Friday service. "It is Finished." John 19:30. With apprehension that came in the dark of night, I slipped them back into the pockets of my mind. I have a choice to make. To lay it all down again. To leave it at the foot of the cross, seeking Freedom and Peace from the one I choose to Trust. "For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts. As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is My word that goes out from my mouth: It will NOT return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. You will go out in JOY and be led forth in PEACE;" Isaiah 55:8-12a
Long years prior I made a choice to trust in the Scriptures as what they are, TRUTH. To believe in a God that is unseen with human eyes, yet His evidence is all around us. His sweet aroma is found in fragrant blooms. His Might is seen within the crashing of the waves. His Light is reflected every morn in each magnificent sunrise. His Creativity is exemplified in each unique and colorful species of bird [approximately 10,000 to be exact]. And His Promises are declared within the brilliant colors of the rainbow.
I choose to take Him at His Word. Do you?
"Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a Known God." ~ Corrie ten Boom
