Who can you trust?

Trust defined as “assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or the truth of someone or something.” (www.m-w.com)

Have you ever been hurt by someone? Then you tightened up like a clam for self-protection? Me too.

Trust is my word for this year. I don’t just want to trust anyone or anything. But I believe this word is a direct reflection of what God wants to do in my life.

Trust. Such a simple word. As a kid we know it in reference to our caregivers. Whether that was a source of trust or distrust.

If childhood relationships is an area that was particular wounding for you, you might struggle trusting God.

When our closest relationships wound us it begins to reflect how we see God. We see him through the same lenses of distrust.

However, I believe God can heal that distrust. It’s not a three step plan and your ability to trust God changes this afternoon. No this is a deep sitting with God and letting him change you from the inside out.

He has used trustworthy people in my life to grow this in me. Friends and counselors who were for my good and listened without judgement.

And for some it will be releasing this distrust from childhood that will open the flood gates of God in you, the hope of glory, the reason you can trust God and who He says He is.

May we sit with the uncomfortable, be comforted by our Savior and grow in our trust with Him.

Still learning

We had a week of the stomach bug in our house. Which left us feeling exhausted, physically and emotionally.

But I learned something this week I’d love to share it. A lot of these writings are so I can remember and maybe remind you as well of simple truths I’ve learned along this journey.

So back to this week, my kids were not feeling great and needed a different level of care this week. We had to help them get to sleep, waking through the night to help them, and using our resources to get them better.

And through it all, I loved them more.

Their vulnerability, their inability to care for some of the simplest needs made me kiss their foreheads, hold them tighter, and whisper I love you so much. Then telling them how special they were to me.

My daughter calls out across the room “mom, I love you…” like an exhale to my care for her.

I’m honored.

Grateful.

I felt as if God was reminding me, see daughter when you need help I’ll give you more. When you need love I’ll give you more. Whatever you need I have it and I want to freely give it, my child. Chosen. Loved.

He doesn’t care what we produce for Him, He cares if we let Him go with us. He cares if we let Him love us when we have nothing left to offer Him but ourselves.

It’s enough, always enough.