But one day, my husband and I were traveling through a little river town, close to where I grew up (I'll never forget it), and as we pulled to a stop at a traffic light, I happened to glance out the window, and there, on the side of the road, stuck on a telephone pole, was a cardboard sign with these words stenciled on it: TRUST GOD. It seemed so out of place, posted in the middle of an ordinary field, but I knew it was meant for me. Tears sprang to my eyes. I hadn't even asked God for a sign, but there it was—literally—a sign that He knew, that He saw, that He cared. A sign that I really could trust Him.
It was a turning point for me. My personal trial did not improve right away, but my trust level in God skyrocketed, and, in His time (always key), the situation turned completely around.
If your trust in God is faltering, be encouraged. You see, it's perfectly OK to be angry with God (He's not afraid of honest emotions; He knows what's in your heart anyway), and it's OK to question why He does what He does, or why He allows things to happen. But if we can end our inquiries with, “Nevertheless, I trust you,” then we will be alright. When I don't understand why, Lord, I trust you. When other people's choices force me to travel down roads I didn't want to go down, I trust you. When people I love leave me, I trust you. When sickness invades the body of a loved one, I trust you. In calm or stormy weather, I trust you to be there with me, bringing good out of all circumstances.
At the end of the day, with or without a sign, my hope, my trust, is in GOD.
These are my thoughts on this September evening. Until next time, my friends, keep the faith, even when trials press against you.
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