Wednesday, July 16, 2008

In God I Trust, Sometimes

I don't know why I doubt. God has never failed to take care of me. Never. And yet, here I am spazzing out because I can't see how He will provide. I can see Him now, shaking His head and chuckling, a little baffled at my lack of faith.

I see Missy Hoohaw, so dependent on her nightlight, but her faith that an imperfect Mommy will take care of it is steadfast. Even though I have a spotty track record, she believes I will turn on that light, every night, before the dark comes. I want faith like that.

Oh Lord, you are a great and mighty God. Thank you for your provision in my life. I will have faith that all will work out. You always provide exactly what I need and for that I praise You.

4 comments:

Candi said...

I couldn't have said it better. Thanks for the eye opener... I feel the same way quite often :)

Bubba's Sis said...

Ditto! I have roller coaster faith, for sure - something I am ashamed of, yet because I am human, I just can't help it. Sometimes I feel just like those stiff-necked Israelites! But God always takes care of me. ALWAYS. And He will always take care of you, too. Pray for your faith to be stronger. I am praying that for you, too.

David Dust said...

Amen.

Well Behaved Krissy said...

:) He's always been faithful to me.

Are you not more valuable to the father than two sparrows?

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