I read a story today from a Pastor that grew up in Rwanda. He talked about praying over and over again in his young life. Telling Jesus, “I trust you.” One day the death squads I’ve only read about came to his village. He hid in his building praying over and over again saying “Jesus, I trust you. Jesus, I really trust you.” While the soldiers didn’t find him and his family and they were spared, he said he felt like Jesus told him, “You say that you trust me but you really don’t or you wouldn’t have been so scared.”
That stung because I don’t have nearly so much to be scared of in my 1st world, West St Louis County life, but I manage to spend a good portion of my time worrying. I worry what people think of me. Worry if I have enough. Worry what will come tomorrow. All while I say that I trust in Jesus.
I’m going to try today to consider the blessings God has given me. Tomorrow I’m going to wake up and try to remember them again. The day after that my goal will be to think again all that God has done for me. This is so that maybe, just maybe, when trouble does come I can remember how He has taken care of me. I can remember that He is good and no matter the outcome I can trust him.
Will you join me in that?