Trustworthy

I've been reading He Chose The Nails by Max Lucado. It's been quite an interesting journey - looking at all the things that Christ said, through action and word, when He took on the penalty that my sin deserves. Lucado shares God's promises through every part of the trial, death, and resurrection of Christ. Today, I read about God's promise through the wine-soaked sponge. It seems strange that God could promise something through a sponge, but He did. The fact that Christ asked for something to drink, He exposed His humanity, clearing stating that He can identify with my humanity. He can be trusted with my thirst, my hunger, my pain, and my sorrow because He understands. He experienced it. He didn't have to live 33 years on this earth. That wasn't part of the requirement. He chose to endure that time on earth so that I knew He could be trusted.

Trusting someone enough to let them into my heart terrifies me. I'm tempted to wallow in loneliness and let my fear lock me inside a hermit-like way of life. Sometimes, I let that fear keep me from trusting the Lord with my heart and my life. I need to keep reminding myself that He has proven that He is trustworthy. And if I will trust Him with my heart, He will protect it. He will protect it when it's time to take on new roles of leadership that seem outside of my comfort zone. He will protect my heart when I'm asked to leave the known and walk by faith into the unknown. He will even protect and guard it if/when it's time to trust a man and let him into my life. Leaving my life in Christ's hands is the safest place it could possibly be. He has navigated this life with all it's emotions and circumstances. I can trust Him to guide me through, regardless of marital status, geographical location, or career. Help me to trust you, Lord. You can have all of my heart and all of my life.

"For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are - yet was without sin." 
Hebrews 4:15 (NIV)
Location: Austin, TX, USA

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