This year, God is being quite insistent on what that word is.
Why is it such a scary word? It only contains five letters. But it is. It stands there like a taunt or a dare. Yet, I sense that's not the way God wants me to see it. Instead, I think He beckons with a sweet whisper. Trust Me. Trust My promises. Believe that all I say I will do.
So I stand poised on the branch. It's shaking underneath my feet, swaying in a breeze that feels more like a typhoon. My arms are thrust out at my sides. I push off with my toes. And I say, "Yes, Lord. I will trust You. Help me remember how."