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Trust, trust, trust

The older I get, the more I realize one very important fact--I don't have all the answers. Shocking, I know. I don't know understand the world we live in. I don't fully comprehend God. I don't know how technology works. I don't know why people are born with certain diseases. I don't know what my future holds. I really am pretty clueless, come to think about it. But once again, the older I get, the more I realize I am okay with this. I am comforted by the fact that even though I don't have all the answers, my God knows all things. My God is all powerful. My God is sovereign over everything. My God is worthy of all praise.

Now, I know it's easy to say that you surrender your life to Christ and trust His timing, but it's a whole different ball game when you actually live it out. What does it look like to trust God with your life instead of trying to stay afloat on your limited knowledge? In my experience, trusting is an active process. You have to constantly give up your desire for control and for answers to life's problems, praying instead for divine peace in every situation. As well, trusting looks like following the Word of God to the best of your ability, continually striving to be more like Christ, even when life isn't going as you planned or you're confused about an unanswered question. Trust is not dependent on circumstances but rather on love and faith. Trust is also a commitment to let God reign in your life. He's not just part of your life, He is your life. His presence isn't just known on Sunday mornings, He is everywhere in everything. He didn't just start the world spinning, He is intimately involved in your life, both the hardships and the celebrations.

I know trust is hard; I struggle with it regularly. Yet life is so much better when I put my faith in God's timing, glory, faithfulness, and holiness. Life is hard. It's messy and dirty and chaotic. But God? God is peace. God is perfection. God is love. God is truth. God cares for you so much, He sent Jesus Christ to die for you. He's not going to bail on you now. Trust Him!


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