When You Know Where Your Trust Belongs

Well now, hey there, friend, come right on up here to this ol’ front porch, brush all that ol’ pine straw off your shoes, and git settled into the nice, comfy chair right yonder because that don’t wobble like a lil’ ol’ baby calf just learnin’ to stand up on its own. I’ve got a question weightier than an ol’ cast iron skillet plum full of biscuits: On whom are you trusting? Isaiah 36:5 asks it real plain, “Now on whom dost thou trust?” That question will tell you a mighty lot about how peacefully you’re gonna be travelin’ through this life.

A Christian’s answer reaches a whole lot deeper than just sayin’, “I reckon everything will work out.”

We trust the Father, whose wisdom never gits turned around like a lil’ ol’ squirrel hidin’ acorns and forgettin’ which oak tree it used to stick ‘em in. He plum provides, guides, corrects, and lovingly leads His children right on home.

We trust the Son, Jesus Christ, because He has done what we could never do for ourselves. He carried our sin, gave us His righteousness, stands as our Advocate, and sho’-nuff’ keeps every promise He has made.

And we trust the Holy Spirit, workin’ right inside us where nobody else can see. He steadies our temper, challenges our stubbornness, comforts our sorrow, strengthens our weakness, and keeps shapin’ us into the likeness of Christ.

That’s sho’-nuff’ why Psalm 20:7 gives us such a sturdy companion truth: “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the LORD our God.” Today we might replace chariots with bank accounts, plans, possessions, influence, or our own cleverness. The trouble is, every doggone earthly crutch eventually gits to wobblin’.

God don’t.

Father, teach me to trust You more deeply. When fear rises, remind me of Your faithfulness. Keep me from resting my heart on things that can change, fail, or disappear. Help me trust Your wisdom, Christ’s finished work, and the Holy Spirit’s faithful presence in me. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Now, think on that and skedaddle right on back into your day, friend, with your trust plum nailed down tighter than an ol’ barn door before a big ol’ thunderstorm. Circumstances may git to jumpin’ around like a lil’ ol’ jackrabbit in a blackberry patch. Plans may git to scatterin’ like chickens when the feed bucket plum tips over. But God won’t wander off, wear out, or lose track of you. So, quit leanin’ your whole weight on them ol’ wobbly fences and rest the weight of your burdens right along with your whole trust on the One that has never fallen yet.

With joy,

Gwen