Still, This Trust Thing

To my daughters, 
Are you tired?  Worn out?  Burned out on religion?  Come to me.  Get away with me and you’ll recover your life.  I’ll show you how to take a real rest.  Walk with me and work with me—-watch how I do it.  Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.  I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.  Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.
Signed, Jesus
Matthew 11:28-30
 
Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see—-
how good God is.
Blessed are you who run to him.
Psalm 34:8

Still, This Trust Thing

Yes, sisters, still this trust thing.  Regaining trust is one of the most challenging tasks to accomplish.  Trusting then not trusting made our journey downhill simple.  Does it ever really return?  Broken trust smoothed over my ever-so-subtle journey downhill, has it yours?  

In the beginning, we are eager to trust.  Then we hear words that decimate our ears; we see things that violate our eyes.  Without knowing it, we take control of our world so that trust will never hurt us again.  The chains of bondage sneak in like a supple green vine, beautiful until it’s suffocating.  

In this lack of trust, we seek to control our relationships.  Keeping tabs on our loved ones at all times so we know every little detail of every day to ensure they keep on the straight and narrow way of our design.  We seek to make our children’s lives what we would have them be, what we would have for them so no harm may ever fall their way, keeping them on the path of our design.  We must have that control.  We call it security. We call it freedom.

Freedom does not come from controlling people, situations, or things. We seek to do that because we have no trust.

In Galatia, the soft seductions of trendy narcissism offered them control.  Paul reminded them of the experience they had together.  He was not well when he came to them; Paul was ill.  They knew he was on his way elsewhere and only stopped in Galatia because of his illness.  (That ought to make them feel loved.)  Not only that, but his illness was a considerable burden on them.  He came to them weak, not a robust, enthusiastic evangelist.  He had no sales pitch to the Galatians, he showed up and fell apart, and they had to nurse him back to health.  He depended on them, and they allowed themselves to be tied down to help him.  The Galatians offered themselves to Paul in a sacrificial love, a practical love.   

Paul’s plans went out the window (no more control), and the Galatians had to change their plans to care for him!  Do you know what they felt, what they received?  Satisfaction.  

Freedom does not come from controlling people, situations, or things.  We seek to do that because we have no trust.  We find satisfaction when we let go of that control, surrender it to God, and trust that His promises are true and His word has never failed.  In Him, we experience freedom; He is a trustworthy father.  We are not free to hold on tightly; instead, freedom is letting go.

Sisters, we get so tangled in our misplaced trust.  Along our path, well-meaning citizens convinced us that we needed to trust in this or that.  Lies play on an endless loop in our heads, “trust me, if you look like this, you will fit in.”  “Trust me; if you do this, you will never be hurt again.”  What voice of trust is that?  That is certainly not our Father.  He simply says, “You already are because of who I am.”  We are free to trust.  It’s one of the most enormous boulder-lies we will ever encounter on our way back up the mountain.  Our father says, “My yolk is easy; my burdens are light.  Taste and see that I am good.  Trust me, trust in me; I won’t disappoint you or let you down.”