I think I trust God until I find out that I will have to. Then I picture myself like the little wet kitten hanging onto a branch- all four feet stiff, claws out and hissing. Not a pretty picture.
But I have grown to like these times as they show me I have drifted along comfort road and slid past the Rock.
So what is the solution? Take a deep breath and read the Word. Truth trumps circumstance.
Let the Word soak your soul. Like the Tin Man needed oil to move - I need the Oil of the Holy Spirit to charge the hope in my heart.
Let it rain over you. Shout Hallelujah, proclaim the truth to yourself and whoever will listen.
And when you have the Word deep inside you -put it to action.
What am I talking about?
Act like you believe, have hope, let your lips turn up in a smile, your eyes look skyward and let the oil ease the rusty spots on your trust.
Breath in God's Word. He has you in the palm of His hand. And believe.
“The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.” 2 Peter 3:9