Trust Me Like You Text Them
“The chief characteristics of a life hid with Christ are an entire surrender to the Lord and a perfect trust in Him.” Hannah Whitall Smith
How is it that you can wake up in the middle of the night and within a millisecond all the worries come flooding in? As you age, your body seems to require more time to wake-up but not the heart! Oh, the heart! It kicks in instantly. Nothing exposes the true condition of the heart more than the midnight hour.
It was 1:17am my eyes popped open and the thoughts went racing.
Children. Finances. Ministry. Health. Parents. Nation. Business. Youth Group.
All the things.
I began to talk to the Only One I can talk to at that hour. I heard Him whisper to my heart…
“Why don’t you trust Me the way you text them?”
Huh? What Lord? You want me to text You?? No, I want you to TRUST Me like you text them. When you send that text you never question the operating system of the phone. You do not sit there and wring your hands wondering if the message got stuck somewhere in no man’s land. You never doubt the phone will do its job. You send it and go about your day.
I’m just saying, “Trust Me to do My job the way you trust that phone.”
I am a fifth-generation Pentecostal preacher. If it were possible to be born on a church pew, that would be me! Church life is the life I know, and I would have it no other way. But I say that to say this… I know all the right phrases. I know how to talk trust. If you could just listen to my words but not see the knots in my heart, you would be convinced that I trust Jesus.
But He loves you and I enough to ignore all of the words and dive straight into the heart.
Religion will allow the disconnect. Religion will allow you to say all the right things yet stay up late with anxiety. But if you’re going after a real relationship with Jesus, He will call you out.
He was coming after everywhere I had cognitive knowledge of trusting Him yet lacked life giving revelation. He was coming for every disconnect. He was coming to burn up pockets of my life where I had depersonalized the Gospel.
46 years old and here we are journeying back to square one… Trust Me. This time, trust that as soon as you open your mouth my ears perk up. This time, trust that My hands are powerful, loving and wise enough to hold your every concern.
So around 2:30am I sang this tune back to Him…
“I’m going to trust You right here in this moment. I don’t know what is. I don’t know what will be but I know you’re faithful. I’m not going to wring my hands or try to control it. I’ll just sit with You and wait on You and see what You’re gonna do. This time isn’t last time.
This time I trust You.”
It doesn’t matter if you have been a believer 5 days or 50 years, ask yourself,… In the scariest place of my life, is my heart at rest knowing He hears my every cry. Does my heart (not my head) know that He is the Near One?
Let’s pray Psalm 62:8 together… Oh God I will trust only in You every moment. I will tell You all my troubles and pour out my heart longings to You. I am fully convinced in my heart that You hear me and will help me!