As far As I Can …. Part 1
Webster describes trusting as someone who is showing or tending to have a belief in a person’s honesty or sincerity; not be suspicious.
Over the last several months I’ve witnessed this word “trusting” in action. In this world we measure trust in percentage. An old southern saying is evidence of this
Trusting others has always amazed people. How many times have you participated or watched someone prepare to fall back in the arms of friends who they are supposed to trust to catch them.
Admittedly there are people I trust a little and people I trust a lot. My yard stick for trust has segments notched out with boundaries of protection for myself and my loved ones. Unfortunately the older I get the latter group gets smaller and smaller. I guess my throwing arm is not what it used to be.
My observance of trust over the last few months has alerted me that I sometimes use this same measure stick with God. I trust him sometimes more than other times. Most of the time the notched reached on my measuring stick is determined by how big the circumstance is I’m facing at that time.
My first encounter of amazement happened when I had the privilege of taking my grandmother for a PET SCAN. Just a few days before the test she was given news that she most likely had lymphoma. This scan would give doctors further confidence in their diagnoses and provide data that could be used to determine the best treatment plan. As she walked across the parking lot and into the hospital doors, I watched in awe as she walked with the same countenance as she normally would; head high with grace and poise. This test was more real to her than any of the rest of us. She had been suffering from many of the symptoms for several weeks and there was no denying the seriousness of her condition. I paused as I watched her calmness and wondered if I could ever be that calm and controlled in such a personal battle. After her test we went home realizing it would be days until the test results would be read. Her uncertainty never wavered. Her prayer was and still is, the same as ours, that God would heal her from lymphoma. But her trust is not determined by God’s answer. I have heard her tell others several times “I am trusting God”.
Her trust measuring stick is notched out at 100% with no suspicions of God’s plan.
Her trust is anchored in the blessings and faithfulness she has experienced proving that God is GREAT and His LOVE for us never ends.
Her act of trusting in her Lord and Savior has enabled her to bless us as we have witnessed God’s hand in her life.
She has once again steered me in the right direction.