I’ve grown accustomed to the language and practice of trusting God with things outside of me, and out of my control.
It’s a new thing entirely to trust Him with myself.
With the things swirling around in me that are windy and knotted and not yet tidy. With the open-ended questions and the answers I’m waiting for. With the confusion or disappointment or resistance to wisdom or Spirit. With the honesty of my initial, off-the-cuff feelings on a matter, not simply the ones I bring to Him after time whipping them into the right shape.
This is new. Trusting Him with me.
But it’s truly awesome.
“Like the manna of old that fell in the wilderness, He has come where you are. You do not need to go on a weary search to find Him.”Lilias Trotter