I find it quite interesting that we trust folk, no questions asked, but we have an issue with trusting God. I mean, we will question God like He’s the material witness for our case yet when folk say, “Ride with me,” we go no question about it. We’ve even gotten to the point that we trust Siri for directions but we won’t go where God leads us. We are so trusting of cell phones and electronics that we feel lost without them yet we won’t trust El Shaddai, God almighty. We trust the bread from the shelf of the grocery store without looking at the expiration date yet we won’t trust Jehovah Jireh, the Lord will provide. We trust the expired medication that’s in the cabinet but we won’t trust Jehovah Rapha, the Lord who heals. We trust the one who says, I’ll be there yet we won’t trust Jehovah Shammah, the Lord is there. We trust our carnal minds to ease our troubles but we won’t trust Jehovah Shalom, the Lord our peace or Jehovah Nissi, the Lord our banner. Oh, we can trust sleeping pills, alcohol and drugs yet we won’t put trust in Jehovah M’Kaddesh, the Lord who makes Holy. We trust walking in the darkness, wandering in the wilderness yet we won’t trust EL ROI, God of seeing.
I don’t get it. It’s so easy for us to get in the car with a new co-worker, church member or friend and trust them with our life yet we have a problem trusting Jehovah, Lord. It’s easy for us to eat other folk’s cooking without a doubt yet we have questions for EL OLAM, Everlasting God. What is it going to take to get you to trust Him? Oh I know you’ve never seen anyone physically walk on water but have you seen anyone make air, yet you trust it? Haven’t God proved Himself by the miracle that is you? You know, good and well, you should have been dead by now, yet your ungrateful self still lives to see another day. You know, like I know; your past should have cut you off yet you’re still here and your past can’t stop what God has. Yea, you should have been the one in jail, you should have been the one strung out on drugs, your name should have been in the obituary section of the newspaper, it could have been your child with cancer, your momma with Alzheimer, your husband with an addiction he can’t break, your son on the corner, your daughter walking the streets, your family homeless or you without a way out; oh but God spared your stingy, stanky self, one more time! Baby, you know like I know, your mouth should always have praises in it. However, when you get to a point of trusting God, He’ll get to a place of trusting you!