Month: November 2019

Trust Part 3

Trust Part 3

“If God is trustworthy,” Shirley said, “I can believe His promises – that He will not let my foot slip, that He will never leave me nor forsake me, that He has plans for me… There were times in the hospital I was so afraid and I just needed to cling to a promise. Then God’s peace would descend on me and it was okay. He held my hand. What would I have done without this? I sometimes felt He literally held my hand.” For me as her mum there was a single particular promise that held me up: “My grace is sufficient for you.” As He held my hand He made those words live for me over and over again.

Trust Part 2

Trust Part 2

I was watering my hydrangeas and I saw a spider launch himself from the gutter above and absail down on a thread. He was caught by the wind and swept about but totally secure. I marvel at his trust in one single thread. It’s amazing to realize that for so long now I have trusted too! Some one has been responsible for that! And that I have come to Him to sit and be still. Why come to Him? He did say, ” My grace is sufficient for you – now which word of that did you not understand?” So I also did something else: every day I asked for fresh manna just for today – even when I was nauseous because of the horror of watching her cancer and what it was doing to her. But through it all the thread by which He held me was completely unbreakable.

Trust Part 1

Trust Part 1

Shirley was seriously ill for eleven months – what about trust, Thy – how did you do as far as trusting was concerned?” I really had to think. And I realized by the time all of this happened God had taught me a bit about trusting. It took a lot of doing, but being an unhappy teenager crying myself to sleep, struggling to fall pregnant and coping with monthly disappointments, and needing to prop Shirley up for years all helped. Circumstances turned me to God. Through them I got to know Him … Again and again He asked one question: ‘Will you depend on Me?’ Many times I didn’t, or only for a bit. But by the time my 39 year old daughter was diagnosed with cancer and given only a 10% chance of survival I had become a truster – pretty much. So I didn’t struggle with trusting. I struggled much more to understand what God was doing.