Confession: I’ve been having a few trust issues lately. With God. Funny how we can delude ourselves into thinking we’ve conquered something; or at least have dealt with it so much that it’s not that much of a problem anymore. Ha.
My trust issues are centered around my future and God’s plans for me (or lack of plans, as my restless mind might believe). As I approach mid-life, I’ve been a lot more aware of how short life is. I faced some health concerns this year while a couple of other friends are fighting for their lives. My daughter is pregnant with my grand-child. And what’s more, my hormones have decided it’s time for them to take center stage and make a complete mockery out of me, leaving me all but brainless.
Just ask my poor husband who sat in the car with me as I stopped at a red light, (in a busy intersection, mind you), only to proceed right through it afterward. I’m not sure who was more shocked, him or me. Poor, sweet man. I laughed and he stared straight ahead – wide-eyed and ashen, as he gently said, you just ran through a red light. I’m still cracking-up. He’s still recovering.
Or – how about the time recently I went shopping and left all of the grocery’s in the car for four hours in 90-degree heat? That was fun too. I got to throw away all kinds of formerly-frozen goodies.
Yup. Life’s been interesting lately.
But, as much fun as I’m having scaring the crap out my man and wasting food, I’ve been a bit down. Questions like, What purpose do I have? Is it too late to do anything now?, still consume me. Regrets and fears are also vying for center stage. Mix those with my crazy hormones, and we really have something special going on.
I know what God’s Word says on the matter; that He has plans for me, cares for me, that age holds no boundaries for Him . . . But when so much time has gone by, when instance after instance occurs where I’m thinking, This is it! only for it to come and go, when I read a book, or a blog, or hear a teaching that gives me hope one more time but then . . .nothing, I feel done. Tired of trying.
And that’s the problem. I “feel” done. And thus, I “act” done.
I stop pursuing dreams. I stop working on my book. I want to stop singing because I figure, what’s the sense. I feel old and washed-up so why not just embrace being a grandma and focus on pee-pee diapers and scraping macaroni-and-cheese off my floor. Too much time has gone by and my trust that God has a plan for me is swirling down the drain, along with the macaroni.
But something dawned on me the other day. As I was preparing for my women’s group, it occurred that I’ve been viewing trust as a feeling. It’s not.
Trust is a verb.
Just like love, trust is a choice. A decision I make through action. I know, duh. But for some of us hard-headed, red-light-running folk we need reminders now and again. Reminders that it really doesn’t matter how I feel about the matter; what matters is what I do about the matter. And if I read my Bible correctly, it means I keep on keeping on. I persevere. Write. Sing. And wash macaroni away.
For someone else, it might mean changing the way they are doing a relationship because it’s not healthy. “Letting go” would be their trust in action.
It might mean laying down Candy Crush, Facebook, or Instagram, trusting that God can do something infinitely more valuable with that time. “Being still” would be the trust in action.
It might mean joining a small group of fantastic women, tying strings around our wrists and committing to growing through honest communication. “Sharing” would be our trust in action.
It might mean speaking, creating, serving, leading, mothering or planning; day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. Simply working on the things God has set before us, with our whole hearts. “Doing” being our act of trusting God.
It’s a great thing to see trust as a verb! This means even if I feel like I’m not trusting God, I can show that I am through my actions.
I suppose it’s still not about me. I suppose if I really trust Him, it will mean that I keep working hard at what He’s called me to do, no matter how many years I have to do it for. Or if I never see the pay-off. Or never “arrive” at my preferred destination.
And so, I begin (again) today. Right now it’s time to trust God by posting this blog. And hope that maybe my little reminder will help someone else. And then watch my little grandson. And make him mac & cheese.
Thanks for the reminder ☺ Not feeling so I guess I’ll just have to act like it for now.
You and me both. Love you, sweet friend!
He who began a good work in you…
Ugh. I so get the struggle.
I also am witness to how he has worked his purpose through you and continues to do so.
Maybe, some days, we trust for each other.
Thank you, my friend. You are so right. Trust for each other.
Yep, keep on keeping on! One foot in front of the other. Except as is with my case one scooter wheel in front of my good foot:))) I love that you said trust is a verb. Yes it is. Finding joy in the midst of the messiness of life by putting on that fake-it-till-you-make it kind of lifestyle. I know how hard it is, but God will show us that light at the end of all our tunnels when we do as my Orthopedic doc says, “Just trust in The Lord.” God will bless our efforts and actions that came from that active trusting. And He will bless with the peace that passes all understanding:)))
Yes He will! Praying for complete recovery, my friend. Hope you are well in spite of it all.
I have to imagine your struggle resonates with most people, me included. I have been in a year-long season of loss: where so many people (co-workers, friends, my dog) are going out of myself. I have felt myself alone and questioning God as to how much He will allow. And do I — and my struggle — really matter.
I choose to walk in faith, though I confess I walk more slowly and sometimes drag my feet.
Sherri, I believe you will keep walking — and trusting — and the Holy Spirit will guide you on the path.
Stay in touch with believers to counsel/support you to make WISE decisions (my men’s group has been a huge help).
And please know that there are so many of us out here who love you and will ask God to reveal Himself and His plans to you.
Many blessings to you and your family, sweet lady.
Thank you, my friend.I’m sorry you have been going through such a long season of loss. Praying that things turn around for you soon!
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