Thumbing through a dusty notebook last week, a crinkled piece of scratch paper fluttered out from between the pages. Penned in loopy letters were these words from Charles Spurgeon:
I wrote this down so long ago that I can’t remember the time and place, but I believe that meaningful words often have a way of finding their way back to us again. And these returned to me at the perfect time.
Though it’s difficult to trace God’s hand in certain areas of my life currently, last week He powerfully reminded me that He’s up to something. I mean powerfully.
While we often hope that God is at work, sometimes we get to know it. Last week spilled over with knowing.
When it was tempting to falter in my trust, nine words scrawled diagonally across a piece of paper became the sweetest reminder sent on heaven’s breath.
Trust Me when you can’t see Me, He whispered between the lines. You can trust My heart.
It’s exciting and consoling, the surest thing and a mystery all at once.
God’s heart is trustworthy. He is good and He is a rewarder of those who seek Him. Conviction of His trustworthiness and abundant lovingkindness has swelled within me like a rising tide in recent days.
When you can’t trace Me, trust Me, comes the holy exhortation.
This laying down of control feels uncomfortable, a movement my soul doesn’t take to naturally, layered with questions and complexities. But His grace meets me kindly in the midst of discomfort, sufficient for the moment. Sufficient for a lifetime.
Take Me at My word, He says. Enter this haven. Trust My heart. The rest will follow.
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