Do you trust me?
This afternoon I heard those four simple but meaning filled words. Not from an Agrabah thief masquerading as a prince, but from my heavenly Father.
I heard it while was walking away from a house of horrors. A house where a man lay in a dimly lit room with a massive tumor on his neck. A man whose cancer is literally eating him alive. A man who can barely grunt two words at a time and can barely lift his head off his pillow.
Do you trust me?
I didn't know what to say. Honestly? No, God. I don't. Not in this moment. How can I? Where is the good in that? What good could possibly come from THAT situation?
Just like Aladdin, God didn't respond to my questions. He simply asked again.
DO YOU TRUST ME?
This time I tilted my head to the side and looked at Him questioningly.
“Yes?” I said hesitantly.
And here I go. God is whipping me off on a magic carpet ride. I still have questions. I still don't know just yet if I trust Him completely. But like Jasmine, I am taking that risk. I want so badly for God to be everything that He says He is and I BELIEVE IT ENOUGH to jump off the solid ground I am standing on and fly through the air holding on for dear life.
I believe that what God has for me is worth it. I believe that He is GOOD. I am scared and doubtful and I have questions but right now, I believe it enough to jump.
So who wants to live out this fairytale with me? Who wants the Prince of Peace to sweep them off their feet and send them flying towards everything they've dreamed and more?
Do you trust Him?
