Trust and Light

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But the path of the just is like the shining sun,
That shines ever brighter unto the perfect day. Proverbs 4:18

I really love the promise in this verse. As I age, my path gets brighter and brighter. At least, it should be getting brighter and brighter. Does this mean that the godly people I know understand everything that happens to them? Nope. I still get tripped up by Job. I think I always will. Job got tripped up by his own story. He never got a reason, but at the end of it, he says,” I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear; But now my eye sees You.” The reasons weren’t illuminated for Job. But the character of God was made more abundantly evident. 

One of my heroes in the faith is a woman named Heidi Baker. If you haven’t heard of her, do some research and find out who she is if you’re interested. She is a hero of the faith. I was listening to a message she gave last week and she was talking about how her husband Rolland always said when he married her thirty years ago, she was so childlike in her faith it was like she was a 12-year-old, “But now he says I’ve gotten even younger. I asked him the other day what I act like in my faith and he told me I was like a three-year-old.” She just laughed after that.

Hers is a beautiful faith, because as she progresses through life and sees God fulfill promise after promise and give provision after provision, she ends up trusting him more ruthlessly.

I just finished a book by Brennan Manning called Ruthless Trust, and although I don’t think he knew Heidi Baker before he went to be with Jesus, I know he’d love her.

It’s a redemptive part of aging: the right to have more experience in seeing God’s faithfulness. I have more memories of His ability to come through, His deliverance, His kind heart saving the day. But I also see that with most of us, as we grow up, we also have more opportunities to let the world weigh us down. To let the sorrows and trials and tragedies around us suffocate our hope. My daughter is 3, so she doesn’t hear about murders and accidents and death very often. When she does happen to overhear something, it takes a lot of coaching on my husband and my part to explain it to her in a way that won’t crush her little heart. But as we grow older, we get exposed to the evils around us more often. And we don’t always do the damage control we ought to, like we would if we were much younger.

I believe we have two options in what we focus on: the world, or God. We can let the twists and turns of our journey, the dark spots and the jagged rocks we stumble over, make us bitter and suspect of God, critical of others, and leave us always expecting the worst. Or we can focus on the Master, who makes a way for us even in the shadow of the valley of death. Who comforts the broken-hearted, and binds up their wounds (Psalm 147:3). The path of the just is like the shining sun which shines ever bright until the perfect day because as we progress further, we have more of a history with Jesus. We have more reasons and incentive to trust His great heart to see us through.

Yet he did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, being fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised. Romans 4:20

I imagine Abraham at 20 wouldn’t have had the same unwavering trust that he had at 75; his age gave him 25 years of patience waiting on God to fulfill His promise. Years behind us equal memories of His faithfulness to equip us, to illuminate His character for us. Abraham didn’t understand the how and the why, but he knew better than to doubt the heart of the Promise-Giver. I want that kind of confidence too.

I may not always understand the path, but I will always trust my Leader.

And I will trust Him dearer, Lord willing, as I get closer to Home and its light outlines His silhouette more and more clearly to me.

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