I’ve been picking one word for four years now. One word I will use as a lens to engage my life; one word to ignite the hope inside of me that I can become who God would have me to be.
One. Single. Word.
This year my word is TRUST. A fairly simple and common word, right?
Twenty-four definitions stare at me as I opened the dictionary this morning.
As I read through them, I’m thinking that maybe there’s another word, then I remember the story.
You are reading these words today because last summer, I felt a nudge to start. I heard a whisper; as if God asked me to start writing.
The whats and the whys were loud.
I wasn’t really sure where it was leading, and oftentimes I felt as if I were walking through uncharted territory. A thick forest of doubt, questions and fear. Sometimes the brush was so dense, I could hardly navigate it. However, from time to time, I would encounter beacons of hope that would light my way. Kind words from a friend, encouragement from others, circumstances too coincidental to brush off as chance.
So, I continued trusting; one step at a time.
About a month into the process, I prayed a simple prayer:
God, diminish the things that hinder me and enlarge those you would have me pursue.
When I began to be honest about the things that hindered me, I didn’t trust, I justified. I refused to sacrifice certain things. They would rear their heads from time to time, but I would swat them away and carry on. Only now am I starting to learn that partial trust is not trust at all.
About that time, I finished the first draft of my book, Redefine Rich. In a world full of aspiring authors, in a sea of faces, how in the world was this all going to happen? I was back in the forest of doubt and the brush was very dense this time.
Everyone close to me kept saying, Matt, you just have to trust God. It all sounded so much like lip service.
God, what am I not trusting? I shouted in my prayers.
Those same hindrances I justified were brought back to light, calling for me to trust God in every aspect of my life.
I shared all of this with my wife and she said, “It’s not like He’s asking you to sacrifice your son.” I could hardly believe the words came out of her mouth, but they did. All I could think about was Abraham. Years of not having a child only to finally see God’s promise realized, then to be asked to sacrifice his son.
The sacrifice of a son is the beauty of the gospel. Jesus dying on a cross for our sins. The redemption of each of our souls happened out of a simple act of trust. We know Jesus didn’t want to die from His prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane (Matthew 26) but He trusted His Father anyway.
Trust isn’t about understanding, it’s about taking the next step.
The beauty is, when we trust, redemption occurs.
As I think on stories of faith in the Bible, they are – at their core – of people trusting.
Abraham, Joseph, Elijah, David…TRUST, TRUST, TRUST, TRUST
For those men, there were periods of doubt and distrust. But, in the end, they trusted. And do you know what happened every single time?
CHALLENGE: Find a way to expand trust in your life. Take a step of faith today.