This week I have had the opportunity to help at a VBS hosted by a local preschool. At the time I signed up to help I didn’t know what the theme of the week was. I missed Monday because Mikayla, the little girl I nanny for, was sick. So we showed up Tuesday morning to a chorus of children singing songs about trusting in God. And so it continued all week. I thought I was there to help. Yet, at every corner, all I was hearing is “Trust ME.” I remember thinking to myself “Lord I am trusting. I applied for the Race and got in. I’m not worrying about the finances, even though I have NO IDEA how I am going to get over $15,000.” But I still heard the voice. Then Wednesday happened. While I can’t go into the details of what happened, just know that a huge piece of me was ROCKED. Like, to the core. This totally came out of the blue. I cried, calmed down, and then cried again. I began questioning whether I really was supposed to be on the Race if this was all really going down.
That’s when I heard it again, “Trust ME.”
“Ok God. Mainly because there is truly nothing I can do. (God and I are working on my control issues) I trust that you have a plan and that this fits into it somehow. “
Long before the events of this week took place, this song by Anthony Evans has been on repeat in my car and on my iPod. This week it was my theme song.
Trust in Me Now
