Trust

 

Weren't we just talking about that?

Lip service is all well and good ... until something comes along to make us me question my assumptions.  For instance --  

Thursday morning Victoria arrived to install the I-WAVE system.   I hovered, watching and listening as she explained how it operates. 

"But how can I be sure it's working?" 

  

It has a little green light that glows, but!  I'd have to go hunting through Tom's toolbox to find the particular gizmo to take apart the HVAC's face plate to see it.

Since I practically had to strong-arm Tom into getting this, I'm reluctant to share my misgivings.  

Okay.  Maybe 'misgivings' is the wrong word.  Certainly, I believe in the documented evidence.  But gosh, I'd feel better if it would make a noise once in a while, or DO something. 

 

Sound familiar?

So earlier this morning, I was prepping Sunday dinner while watching church services via Facebook.   Having recently been exposed to a family member, Pastor Janet and Andy are self-quarantining -- so today's service was actually video-taped on their empty lot next door. 

[I'm listening to the music again while writing this, so please forgive if I accidentally slip in a Hallelujah. 🙂 ]

This message may not be everyone's cup of tea.   But here's the part that grabbed me.  (24:59 minute mark)   

"There may be some who are struggling with trusting God.  Maybe because you didn't sense that He was present with you when the suffering was happening.  He wasn't listening to you when you needed Him most."

She continued,
"Today when Andy was starting this fire behind me he had the logs all piled up and the fire was lit and the flames began to blaze.

  

He knew it was burning.  He felt the heat from the flame, he saw the light from the fire. He smelled the smoke.

I did not.  I was on another part of the property; I had my back to the flame.  I didn't see it burn. I was far enough away that I couldn't feel the heat or sense the smell of the smoke wafting through the air. 

 

Because of my experience with that fire, did that mean that the fire was out? That it wasn't burning?  Did it mean that there was no smoke or heat or light coming from that fire?

  

No, of course, that's not the truth.  That wasn't the reality.  The fire was there -- in all of its ability and character and power and energy.  I just wasn't experiencing it.  But when I drew close, I saw the flame, I felt the heat, I smelled the smoke. I knew it was there. 

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Good advice!

Now, I just need to act on it.

Fingers crossed ... and hugs,

Myra