Monday, September 9, 2019

An imploring and fervent affirmation to trust

Heart longs and soul strives for what cannot be had without trust. As two sides of the one coin, fear and faith abide.
Works abide in fear, as if we could do something within our own messes to get ourselves out of these messes. But faith abides in something always well beyond us and our own efforts, not that our own efforts aren’t required—they are—just not in the way we typically invest.
This then is an invocation to trust.
Trust, O heart, of all insolence and greed, of all envying and prying, of all indolence and impropriety, of all despairing because life is too hard. One life is all that one has. Repent of all that is death.
Make life for what it is into what can be. Mould out of the clay of one’s life enough substance for something meaningful in the spiritual realms. But trust God to do what only God can do. Then what is built is built to last and will be the stuff of legacy.
We sense the Almighty’s direction, we discern it from afar, from decades ago, even as we have known ourselves, and we sensed our Lord moving us to do what only in God’s strength can be done.
So we hope.
If we find we’re faint in the department of hope, if trust seems a bridge too far, and if faith has been tried and found wanting, we have one more opportunity to apply diligence. Then, one more. And so on. Get my drift?
The diligence in view is of letting go; of coveting less to nothing; of insisting that life is not about our control over it, but our agreeance that God is in control and that is best for us and all who abide by life.
Don’t accede to the voices that cower at the doorstep of your weakness; but in weakness, trust. Do what can be done by you and you alone. In weakness trust is easier. It’s harder by far to find the fresh effort to give up in anger. It is easier by far to say, “This is too much for me…,” and instead to finish the sentence with “… I need help,” rather than end hope with a cavalcade of fury by saying, “To hell with it all.”
Sure, there are times when we would gladly (perhaps not truly gladly!) throw in the towel. But after a few moments to consider the consequences of our actions that would sabotage our lives, we consider it’s easier to swallow our pride and build for a new foray into the arena.
We search for that which would inspire us, if not just to feel a little better in the instance of despair. Then, we sense that truth again that the very best of victories come from the dust and ash, before we mount up on wings of eagles again, to soar the rarefied glades where air’s thin enough to resist us no more.
In this affirmation to trust, the reader is implored to do what only they themselves can do. Stop trying so hard. Start trusting by letting go of the things we cling so tight to.
Whatever we do, we’re entreated to invest in the concept of possibility, of opportunity, of cherishing the time we have. And where that is even too much, we imbibe them as thoughts and invite our soul to linger there.
Trust is a whole lot easier than we ever realise it to be, but we must overcome our will that must have things our own way. With trust, we get things better than that. With trust we release our tensile grip on what could never be ours, to grasp what could only ever be ours.

Photo by Liane Metzler on Unsplash

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