Trust & Blessing

Psalm 2:12  Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him.

But sometimes stakes are too high.  Trusting Him a luxury I can’t afford.  This one thing I must hang on to.  I can do it myself.  I can do it my way.  With the increasing height of the stakes, so the pressure inside builds exponentially.  Reflecting and reassessing, I try and try again - until I cry and cry again.  Tears frustrated at failure.  Tears recognizing weakness.  Tears unwilling to trust, to yield, to surrender.  And then I see His reflection in the pool of my own weakness and He speaks words that I want so hard to believe.  

Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him.  

I try to allow my heart to feel those words, try to persuade it to believe.  But in difficult I don’t feel blessed.  In messy, complicated, hurt, nobody would call me blessed.  My critical eye has seen, my critical heart beheld.  Those who put their trust in Him, are not all healed.  Troubles don’t instantaneously evaporate.  Bumps in the road of life don’t become miraculously smooth.  Not always.  He doesn’t follow formula.

Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him.

I try to allow my heart to feel those words, try to persuade it to believe.  Maybe, just maybe what I am seeing with my eyes, hearing with my ears, feeling with my heart is not the full picture.  Could my view be subject to reframing?  Could it be that His ways are really that much higher than mine?  Maybe blessing is not as narrow as I imagine, not as shallow as I assume.  

Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him.  

I try to allow my heart to feel those words, try to persuade it to believe that my God is the one who responds to my trust with blessing.  That my God moves in response to me.  What kind of God moves in response to me?  The kind of God who lavishes on me, who revives me, who accepts my meditation as sweetness, who sets me on high, who delights in me.  I have a God who moves in response to me and it begins to bubble over in my soul.  Thank you, Papa.  Thank you, Lord.  Thank You that the moment I set my love upon You, You respond to me.  

Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him.

I allow my heart to feel His words, choose to believe their truth.  For to believe that He responds to my trust with blessing offers freedom.  Freedom from worry, guilt, fear, and the pressure of having to get it all right.  From the burden of forcing my messes into all the goodness I crave.  To believe that He responds to my trust with blessing frees me.  It frees me to live, trusting that He is more than enough for me and for those around me.  It frees me for the fullness of love, joy, peace, courage, faith.  It frees me to rest, to grow, to dream, to question, to leap.  To believe that He responds to my trust with blessing reframes my day to day, my moment by moment through His eyes and for His purposes.

Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him.

Can you try to allow your heart to feel His words, try to persuade it to believe?  Where is He calling you to trust?  What would it mean for you to trust?  What is holding you back?  Who is calling you forward?  Which words are you hearing louder?  Can you try to allow your heart to feel His words, try to persuade it to believe?