My Father, My God

I have a cousin that I talk to once in a while. What I love about our conversations is that we both bring so much to the table of interest, its never boring. Last week, he said something to me that totally was amazing and profound. It’s what Oprah would call an ‘Ah-Ha’ moment.

We were talking about trusting in God: about how natural trusting in God should be. What was compelling is the analogy he used. He asked me if when I was younger, living under my father’s roof, was I ever concerned about provisions being met for me? I said no. He asked me why not? I said, because he was my father and that’s what father’s are suppose to do, provide for them; so, I didn’t wander if we would have a place to live or food to eat, because my father’s job is to provide. Now, also considering that my father is an Alcoholic, and has been in and out of recovery all my life. (Right now he’s fallen off the wagon again, so please pray God’s perfect will be done in his life.)

Anyway, my cousin made the point to me, so you could trust your natural father without doubt, even though he had his issues, but you can’t trust the ‘Almighty God’, our Heavenly Father, the Creator of the World, not just you and me. Do you mean you trust your natural father more than God, your Heavenly Father, who left word that promised to supply all your needs?

I laughed. At first, I said, “OOH, That stings.” It was an I-opener for me.
When we say we trust God, it should be…………………..instinct, second nature. It should be like my typing this message right now. This wonderful typing teacher named, Mrs. Lovett from Alcorn Middle School, taught me how to type. (Shout out to Alcorn) Mrs. Lovett taught me to type so well, that I don’t have to look at the keys, I instinctively touch the keys I need to form my words.

That’s exactly how trusting in the Almighty God, Our Father should be: ‘Instinct’.

HAVE A BLESSED DAY!!!