By Beth Hartt
While preparing the craft for a Sunday school lesson recently, I found myself writing “Trust God” over and over on popsicle sticks. It’s not a hard lesson to teach 1st and 2nd graders—trusting God comes easily to 7-year-olds. You tell them they should trust God because he knows what’s best for them and they don’t question it.
For adults, however, trusting God is a little more complicated.
I know I should trust God, and not just with the big stuff. But so often I only want to pray to him about the things I just don’t know what to do with instead of making him a part of every decision I make. And despite what I know to be true, I find myself believing the lie that I can handle whatever it is I’m dealing with just fine on my own. It feels like I’m in a constant wrestling match with God over things I think I can control. Only … I’m the lone wrestler. God is patiently waiting for me to realize, again, that yes, I do in fact need him for everything. Apart from him, I can do nothing. Read More