I think I have trust issues.
I don’t trust that the straw is in the fast food bag. I don’t trust that the milk is fresh, even though it’s before the expiration date. I don’t trust that if I swing as high as I want that the swing is not going to break. I don’t trust that that king sized mattress is properly secured on top of that MINI Cooper.
But I do trust God. I know that not only does He know what is best for me, but He is capable of bringing that to life.
But the sad thing is, sometimes I just forget that I can trust Him. And I stress myself into a tizzy. And when I finally get around to remembering, “Oh yeah, God’s got this,” it’s like I can breathe again and a weight is lifted.