i choose to trust | lessons in faith

It’s morning. The day after the roadside storm that ended with our truck in the shop and us in an unexpected place of surrender.

Before my eyes adjust to the light streaming through my bedside window, I hear the birds. They are happy, flamboyant, carefree. Their jovial song serves as a strong reminder:

“Look at the birds of the air: They do not sow or reap or gather into barns—and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his lifespan?…Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:26-27, 2”

The truth is stronger than morning coffee. Thus my day begins with this simple prayer, “Lord, instead of worry, today I choose to trust in You. Remind me of that choice should I waver.


The day is still fresh when my first reminder is required. A quote for a new engine has been delivered for our consideration: $15,000. I swallow my shock and begin the mantra, “Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Philippians 4:6” This will not be the day that worry reigns in my heart.

“How are you doing?” I ask Trent.

“I’m not worried,” he declares.

He sets to work researching our options, calling trusted friends for advice. His resolve to relinquish worry and instead lean into trust breathes fresh faith into the room.


I picture our broken truck in need of repair and my mind is swept away to envision the breadth of landscape that we have traversed these past months. It’s vast and yet a mere fraction of the globe.

Long before we arrived on ships to claim it, displaced native people to expand it, or battled England to own it, the land was here. Land breathed into existence by a Sovereign Creator. We fight over it, develop it, put our boundary markers up and wave our flags over it. Yet in the end, it’s all His. Psalm 50:10-11, 12b declares, “For every beast of the forest is Mine, the cattle on a thousand hills. I know all the birds of the hills, and all that moves in the field is Mine…For the world is Mine, and all it contains.

I find comfort in my smallness, in my dependence. It’s freeing to let loose of worry and to succumb to the surrender. I am His. This is what matters in the end.

As the hours pass, new options surface. The $15,000 price tag is taken off the table. Before bed we get a call from our new favorite Canadian diesel mechanic. It’s past 8 PM but he’s hard at work assessing the problem and formulating a solution.

By breakfast the following morning, Mr. Mechanic greets us with two options he’s worked out. We deliberate, discuss and decide; he sets to work. A smile works its way across the room and I whisper a simple prayer, “Lord, instead of worry, today I choose to trust in You. Remind me of that choice should I waver.

9 thoughts on “i choose to trust | lessons in faith”

  1. I am humbled by your words. Not because we have walked that path with a major truck breakdown (which we have) but because you so eloquently describe the heart of the matter. As fulltime travelers we have enormous faith in our Creator, yet I sometimes fail to allow those chirping birds to bring to scripture. Thank you for the encouraging reminder. This post is so sweet!

  2. Thanks for your words of trust and encouragement. You are dealing with a broken truck,we are facing a broken body and brain ravaged by cancer. Seeking guidance and wisdom for what to do each day in Isaac’s treatment. God’s promises are with us but sometimes I wish He would speak a little louder with specific directions. So eternally grateful for all He’s done thus far. The story is ongoing and we know not the end. I keep picturing God singing over us with his love and care. Zeph. 3:17. Thanks sweet niece and nephew.Connie

    1. Oh Connie, yes. Your situation is one that makes me ache. I can’t begin to imagine the walk you are taking toward trust. We pray love and comfort and wisdom and healing over your family. You are dearly loved and I love your image of God singing over you with His love and care–beautiful!

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