Strung around my wrist like an outstretched hairband is a multi-colored beaded bracelet, much like the best friend bracelets you would make with your girlfriends in middle school. Between the faded reds, blues and yellows is the word trust. This word has carried me along in large and small ways the past seven months.
We have to trust God in all we do and with all we have. I have had to lay my life at the feet of Jesus, again and again, trusting him, trusting that he knows best.
As my previous blog shared, I have to constantly remember to lay my singleness and dreams of marriage at his feet.
I also have to lay my future at his feet.
I have to lay my past at his feet.
I have to lay my family and friends salvation at his feet.
I have to trust him with my health, with promises of tomorrow and the day I currently step into.
I have to remember I am nothing and can do nothing without him. But when I lay my life, everything I am, before him and trust him, miracles happen.
We must lay down everything, all of us, before God. We must say not my will but your will be done, God. And this is a scary prayer and so often why I pick back up what I laid down saying, “on, no, I got this.” Like an art student carrying all their projects, paints, pens and books, I scramble to scoop up what I just gave to Jesus. Then, because I can no longer see over my mess and my arms grow heave from the weight, I trip and it all spills on the ground, sprayed out, out of my control and vulnerable to the world. I scoop it up and rush it back to Jesus. With all I have I thrust it back at his feet, for only he can hold all of my mess.
Trusting Jesus is an every day commitment. I often forget, as we all do, and panic or worry about tomorrow or things out of my control. But God’s got this! He has plans for each one of us and they will not fail if we simply trust him.
