Do you trust the people around you?
Do you trust yourself?
Do you trust God?
I have often been faced with each of these questions but not typically in one day, until now.
Monday started out as a normal off day- sleep until ten, spend time with Jesus, check wifi, and rustle up some grub. This week was different in that I, along with my teammates Tom and Ben, would be heading to a nearby cave. After about an hour walk we finally came to the old railway station that marked the area of the cave. Some scouring about revealed an entryway. And then the adventure began (not to leave out the false entrance where a bat flew at us three times smacking Ben in the face once- gives new appreciation for all those movie scenes). Here we reached a dilemma, Ben and Tom are quite tall while I, on the other hand, am short and the cave entry was a good seven feet above my head.
With no easy route up, for a short person, I had to rely on the guys to boost and pull me up. This became a recurring theme throughout the day. Often the guys would go ahead to see if an area was worthwhile to explore leaving me to wait and trust that they were not going to abandon or forget about me (not that I ever thought they would). Twice Ben had to lower me down while Tom caught me at the bottom. Other times Tom had to boost or literally lift me so Ben could catch my hands and pull me up. Once we had a bit of a mishap in which I almost fell to certain disaster, but as I threw out my hand, never doubting it would be caught, Tom pulled me back to safety. Possibly the hardest moment came upon our exit of the cave. Here I was once again met with the twelve foot climb to the ground. This time I had to trust Ben’s guidance from the bottom. After some time we were all safely at the bottom. Tired, dirty, and sore but happy we made our way back home.
The next day as I recounted the adventures to God I realized what had happened. I found trust in the depths of the earth. With no other way I really had to trust the guys to lead me, guide me, catch me, lift me, and never leave me behind. In those same ways God so often asks me to trust Him. Quickly the questions came to mind-
Do I trust God enough to reach out even when I don’t have a foot hold?Do I trust God enough to give Him all my “weight” and let go?Do I trust that He will catch me when I fall?
The beginning of this month I wrote that I was done being safe, now am I ready to live it? God has been showing me some new things that are coming, things I have been questioning, but now “I think I can be brave enough,” or at least trust Jesus to strengthen me through each moment.
I found trust in the depths of God’s heart.
