The neighborhood seemed particularly quiet on that afternoon, until a teenage girl suddenly stormed out of the front door of a home and screamed at the top of her lungs, “Why don’t you trust me?” Her father stood there silently, watching the girl’s frustration.
In a swimming pool a child stares down at his mother. “Come on honey”, his mother coaxes as she holds her arms out to him, “Jump into the pool. I’ll catch you…just trust me.”
Trust is not something easily found. In our culture, we’ve become so used to the breach of trust that we are not even surprised by it’s occurrence anymore.
We’ve listened as political figures have turned in their resignation because of breaking the public’s trust. We’ve watched leaders give in and expect less than they should. We’ve felt the pain of a friend turning their backs on us because we haven’t met their unrealistic expectations. We have felt distrust, and we hold back our trust in protection of ourselves ever feeling that pain again. When our culture has taught us so much about distrust, is it any wonder why we struggle to trust God?
Questions to consider:
• What is my earliest memory of someone breaking my trust?
• When was the last time I trusted God to provide for a need of mine?
God’s Word says:
