The staircase is dark and looming to a two-year-old. Her little feet push upward, but her pudgy hand can’t reach the light switch. With the kind of determined, stubborn bravery found only in toddlers, she chooses to climb the staircase in the dark, deciding that reaching her goal is worth the moments of fear. Her final target, waiting at the top of the stairs in the light? Mommy.
My brave girl wasn’t the only one navigating a darkened path during that time. That season was one of living in limbo. Our home had sold, and we — a family of five plus a dog — moved into my mother’s townhome. We were living on top of one another with boxes and people underfoot. We submitted offer after offer on homes in the area, and each one was passed over for another. With each offer, we asked God to lead and guide our path to a new home. And isn’t that how we could pray every day? That in following Him, He would guide us Home?
After seven offers had been submitted, my trust was faltering. Would God indeed take care of us? Would we be in our own home by my kids’ birthdays? By Christmas? By next year? I had no idea, but every day we weeded out more options, and it felt like we were making room for God’s path to widen, inch by inch.
Trusting God with all of our hearts doesn’t mean He will wrap up the job like we think He should, neat and tidy with a bow on top. If I’d had my way, we’d have been in a new home the day after we closed on our old one. But that’s not how it shook out. We ended up living with my mom for three months, and the seventh offer we submitted was the first one to be accepted. We moved into that new house with great joy, let me tell you.
Trusting God with all our heart means leaning on His understanding, knowing that whatever it is, His plan is enough, His plan is good, and all will be well. Those months living in such close quarters with my mom had their own kind of difficulty, but they also brought us all together in an irreplaceable way. She and my husband grew closer, and she bonded with our kids in a way that can only happen when living ordinary life together.
Trusting God with all our heart doesn’t mean answers will come swiftly, or even at all. I don’t understand everything, and I sometimes question the path He leads me down. But trusting God with all our hearts means we rely on and trust in God’s own understanding of His plan. It means we trust that God understands the how and why. It means we know that we don’t need to know everything; God does.
Trusting God with all our heart and thinking of Him in all our ways means opening our hearts to His path, scary and new and untraveled as it may be. It means stepping forward in faith, taking one stair at a time until we’re safe at the top, the darkness behind us.
When we’re not sure how to trust, we lean hard and step forward in faith, knowing that God is waiting at the top to welcome us with outstretched arms.
Story by Anna E. Rendell, as published in A Mother’s Love
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