This morning, as I do most mornings, I was praying . . . giving thanks and praise, confessing, petitioning for my loved ones—family and friends—casting my cares, and pleading for help. I was particularly troubled about a situation in my life and I implored God, in regards to this circumstance,How do I do this?”

When I finished, I closed my journal and opened my Bible to the book of John, where I am currently reading. My Spirit quickened as I read verses 28 and 29 of chapter six:

So they said to him, “What should we do in order to perform the works of God?” Yeshua answered, “Here’s what the work of God is: to trust in the one he sent.”

I knew immediately that was God’s answer to me—not a head knowledge, not a heart knowledge . . . but a Heart knowing . . . an intimate Oneness . . . a Holy and Sacred encounter.

“. . . trust in the one he sent.”

Here was yet again another opportunity, in a lifetime of events, to Trust . . .

. . . like when my six-week-old son was rolled into surgery for pyloric stenosis; or when the same son developed a hemangioma the size of a lemon under his ear at six months of age; how about when he was 18-months old and had surgery after aspirating a partially chewed peanut . . .

. . . or the time when riding in an ambulance with him (yes, the same son) because his epiglottis was so swollen the EMT thought he might have to perform a tracheotomy; there’s also the time he fell asleep at the wheel of a car and had an accident (from which everyone miraculously walked away whole and healthy) . . .

. . . or maybe when he went to South Korea for a little over two years to teach English.

That was just one son, I have two others! PLENTY of opportunities to trust God—to trust in the One He sent! With all of that practice you would think I would know the answer to “how do I do this?” by now.

Even so, I still ask and in His infinite Mercy and Grace, He holds me in Love patiently reminding me one more time, “Trust Me. I’ve got this.”

When I was a young girl, I played the piano for our Sunday School opening. A favorite, “Trust and Obey” by John H Sammis, appears to have become my life’s theme song (verse two seems especially apropos).

Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,
but our toil he doth richly repay;
not a grief or a loss, not a frown or a cross,
but is blest if we trust and obey.

Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Or if you prefer . . .

“Write all that worries you on a piece of parchment; offer it to God . . . And turn all that frightens you into holy incense, ash.” Hafiz

Trust Him . . . whatever it is . . . He’s got it!