Trust
The small wooden music box sat on the floor beneath the living room window in our apartment – a perfect perch for a tiny girl watching for her Daddy to come home from work. Every afternoon I waited, straining to catch a glimpse of him walking toward home. Larger than life, he gathered me up in his arms and all was right in my world.
Years passed. A little sister came along, and we moved to the suburbs. Every weekend we would pile in the car to make the thirty minute ride back to the city to visit my Grandparents – me sitting right behind Daddy in the back seat. My favorite part was the ride home. Riding through the darkness, I loved to look into the lighted windows of the houses as we whizzed by. I imagined families like mine, settled in for the evening – all warm and cozy.
My little sister slept, and Daddy began singing the old hymns – his deep voice filling the car. Before long my little voice would begin to mingle with his. The miles rolled and we sang – hymn after hymn – Mom sitting quietly, smiling.
Looking back through decades of time, I am struck by my absolute trust in my Dad. There was never a moment of fear. I climbed into the back seat of that little Henry J and knew he would get us safely home. During the daylight hours, I would roll down the window and let the wind blow through my curls without ever fearing something might go wrong. I didn’t worry about blown tires, or wrong-way drivers or deer running out of the woods. I knew my strong, brave Dad would take care of me no matter what.
Trust. What came so naturally to a little girl has been hard won by this grown up woman. For some reason, life tends to knock the trust right out of us, and we learn to fear the things we cannot control. And all the while He is there – our strong, faithful Father. No matter what circumstances threaten, He is there. His promises are true; His word never fails. I can sit in the back seat and sing my heart out, knowing my life is safe in His hands.
“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change and though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea; though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. Selah. The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our stronghold. Selah.” Psalm 46:1-3,7
Blessings,
Linda
Awesome post.
What a powerful post, Linda. You are right: we can trust Him who spoke the earth and heavens in existence. Thank you for the reminder.
Ah, so true…
faith of a child.
trust of a child.
go hand
in
hand.
Thank you for sharing this. How amazing it must be to have felt this sorta love for an earthly father. I did not… but it makes God’s love all the more desirable for me.
And those images? Oh, so great. That last one is full of unabashed joy!
Blessings.