In a perfect world, we would start trusting God with the big things in our lives after building on a foundation of believing God exists and that He is a loving God, dear sisters.

But, much as I like things to have a logical 1, 2, 3 approach, they often don’t.

Faith can begin with a decision to trust God. It could be born out of desperation (“I have cancer!”). Or it could be born out of seeds sown since we were young children. But some level of faith in God must exist for us to begin to trust Him.

My favorite verse from Philippians is this:

Don’t worry about anything; instead pray about everything; tell God your needs, and don’t forget to thank Him for His answers.

If you do this, you will experience God’s peace, which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand.

His peace will keep your thoughts and your hearts quiet and at rest as you trust in Christ Jesus.  (4: 6-7, TLB)

Now I love this verse, dear sisters. I’ve memorized it. And yet as I write, I glimpse how trust is what allows us not to worry.

Peel the onion of understanding trust down another layer, and we are right back to where we started. We must believe God loves us, and that His promises are true.

I just had one of those “dark nights of the soul” this weekend. Not a crisis of believing in God, but a crisis born out of my own reliance on myself and others to take this book I’ve written to the world NOW. I realized my best human efforts weren’t working. I was trusting myself, and the approach I invested in financially to propel the book into the hands of those it could bless with God’s love and healing.

It’s clear my trust belongs in God, instead of other people. Maybe writing the book, and doing these blogs, was all God wanted.

Or maybe not. But I wasn’t practicing my favorite Al-Anon slogan to “let go and let God.” I spent a teary day and night crying out to God in repentance and regret (and feeling sorry for myself, I admit). The next day I needed to make amends to my husband for insisting on doing it my way.

His kindness amazes me. God’s kindness and patience, allowing me to feel sorry for myself, amazes me.

I knew I was going to write about trust prior to my meltdown.

Just like healing our whole self–body, soul, and spirit–is a walk, not a race after breast cancer, so is sharing God’s message in this book.

Trust must be born of faith in God, a loving God who is all powerful and wants the best for us. When things are really bad, we cannot trust in something or someone we don’t believe we can count on.

How Do We Know God Can Be Trusted?

A consistent answer: By reading His Word. If you put Jane’s approach or my own from the previous two blogs into practice in your life, dear sisters, you have at least one verse you can hold onto. When the seas of life are rough, as they tend to be during your diagnosis and treatment, you can’t stand up in a position of strength unless your foundation is strong.

I learned this verse as a young child in a Christian school:

And we know all things work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose for them. (Romans 8:28, NLT)

If you are reading this, dear sisters, God is calling you. He has a plan and a purpose for your life, if you trust in Him and allow Him to lead you. Will you join me in continually seeking His plans and His purpose for what is happening in our lives?

Then we can learn to trust He has a plan and a purpose for our suffering.

God bless you, my friend.

 

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