Can I Trust Him?
Can you trust God? Can I trust Him? Is He trustworthy?
I thought I should ask. I mean, what if He isn’t? He holds in His Hands my life and yours. It’s up to Him whether I take another breath. It’s up to Him whether your heart beats again. It’s all up to Him whether the earth goes around the sun one more time tomorrow. And when our life is done, once again, it’s up to Him, whether we go to Heaven or hell.
Face it: He’s in control.
Nothing and no one can overpower Him or overtake His control. Nothing happens unless He allows it. Nothing exists, nothing comes to pass, but that He knew it would. He knows the paths of my feet and yours. He knows the thoughts of our deepest musings, sees the slightest turning of our hearts, knows it all even in our cowering and our silence. There is no escaping Him.
If we can’t trust Him, this is terrifying. If we can’t trust Him, it’s over. If we can’t trust Him, how much better it would be if we had never existed.
And yet have we not seen how faithful He is? Have we not seen His great Love for us? Have we not seen His goodness in every glimpse of His Heart we’ve ever been given? Has the trustworthiness of His words—to the simplest—not been proven?
Did Jesus not walk this earth? And did He not heal the sick, make the lame walk, set captives free, make the blind see, pronounce sins forgiven? Did He not answer all our faith we truly placed in Him?
Did He not walk the raging seas to meet the disciples amidst the terror? Did He not reach out that Peter would not drown even when faithless he began to sink? Did He not calm the storm with a simple command? Did He not shut the lions’ mouths, shield from the fiery furnace, preserve the king’s life? And can He not again?
Did He not become a vulnerable little baby, was He not born in a stable amidst animals as no King should be—humbled unto the earthly status and even duties of a servant? Did He not joy with us and weep with even the most compassionate of us? Did He not experience our very weaknesses and temptations? Did He not die for our sins, was He not shamed and crucified in our place? Then did He not rise again?
As we fear Him, so must we love Him—if we truly know Him.
Nothing and no one can overpower Him or overtake His control. Nothing happens unless He allows it. Nothing exists, nothing comes to pass, but that He knew it would. He knows the paths of my feet and yours. He knows the thoughts of our deepest musings, sees the slightest turning of our hearts, knows it all even in our cowering and our silence. There is no escaping Him.
If we can trust Him, this is unbelievable. If we can trust Him, then we’ve only begun to love Him. If we can trust Him, why then do we exist but to gaze upon His Face, to fix all our hope on Him and rest in His Arms, to rejoice with praises unto Him from the depths of our beings as a Bride unto her cherished Beloved?
The seas rage and we are terrified. Faithless, we begin to sink and feel as if we will drown in our doubt. We cry a prayer into the storm. But lions with glaring, hungry eyes stalk about us, the heat of the furnace is raised and the flames leap higher and higher, all the while the enemy is hunting us down in hopes of our destruction.
Can you trust God? Can I trust Him?