Today while there a couple came with two toddler boys and the man was lifting the boys up to actually touch the owl (I'm not nearly tall enough to do that with Charles). He offered to lift Charles up and of course Charles accepted. But when he was lifted above the man's shoulder, Charles refused to let go of the man's jacket collar - too scared to be lifted up several feet. He wanted to, but he just didn't trust the man to keep him safe.
It's hard to trust someone we don't know.
But if I remembered what I know to be true of my God, I wouldn't have such trouble trusting him.
Do I really know God's heart? Know it to the point that I feel safe trusting him and his ways?
If I believed that God was completely good and only did good things, would I worry about bad things happening, or would I trust that he knows what he's doing when he allows hard stuff into my life?
If I believed that God knows and cares about my needs, would I fear tomorrow like I do?
If I believed that God's love for me lasts forever, would I doubt my worth and wallow in insecurity?
If I believed that God forgives my sin, would I keep allowing myself to feel condemned and guilty?
Ten to one if Nate had been there to lift Charles up to touch the owl, it would've been much easier for my boy to let go and stretch out the extra couple of feet, because he has a steadfast relationship built with his daddy. He trusts him because he knows him.
How well do I know God?
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