I went looking for answers.

I wanted to know.

My sixpack of kids have asked me, and I just didn’t know enough to satisfy – myself, or them.

I wanted to know.

What are God’s Promises?

Well, don’t you know… when you go asking God some questions…

He answers

He answers with brilliant clarity… with subtle signs… with barely breathed whispers…

But, He answers.

And, then.

Then, He tests to see if you were paying attention.  He nudges to see if you took notes etched on the heart. 

He asks a question right back.

Do you believe Me?

Oh, a beautiful journey to be certain… this sleuthing for divine truth.  A thrill to discover just one more nugget.

Eye-opening, reassuring, even in the places of discomfort.

But.

Do I believe Him?

Every time?

In every situation?

He is asking me this.  He is putting my newfound knowledge to the test.  A grace-filled gift.  This unnerving place of a pop-quiz in the flesh.  The question is one.  One question.  Aimed at the harvest of this one heart.

Have these seeds taken root?  Are the roots searching without end for the water of life?  Will this seed yield a good crop?

I wrote for 31 days straight.  Aiming directly at His truth… every day. 

Then, I stopped.  

Seized in a moment of awe.  Watching life unfold around me.  The unexpected.  The fear gripping.  The worry.  The questions.

Through all this… He asks me right now.

Do you trust Me?

I whisper small, awestruck, to the voice of Ages.

Yes

This unraveling of presumed control.  Unravelling into His arms of grace.  Mercy.  Faithfulness.

I have a story.  I am watching it unravel.  I am waiting.

Waiting to see where He is taking me.

And now.

I trust.

Are you in the middle of a story?  Are you waiting on Him?  Do you find yourself in this place of trust?

 

Isaiah 40:30-31

Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.