At the beginning of the summer, I had no idea how to really trust. Even the word “trust” was a nebulous idea to me. Sure, I could trust in a chair to hold me up or a car to get me from one place to another safely, but trusting God? No. it was easier to figure it out myself. Now it all seems so ridiculous to me that I had been trusting God for my eternal destiny but not for the trials of everyday life.
The turning point came for me Thursday, June 30, 2016.
A couple of friends and I were out after dark four-wheeling. When we started to head back at the end, I turned around for just a moment to wait for everyone else to catch up. That’s when I saw one of the ATVs headed toward a giant ditch. I watched as the two boys on that four-wheeler went over the edge. When the rest of us got to the ditch, we found that the ATV had flipped and one of the boys was underneath. I had no idea whether he was alive or not. At that moment, I had the choice whether to look to myself or to trust God.
I chose to trust God.
For the next two hours while we waited for the ambulance, I could do nothing but pray and trust God to answer. Psalm 55:22 says, “Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.”
I know God heard me that night. Not only are the boys miraculously alive, but more importantly, God gave me peace that night like I’d never experienced before. If it was up to me, I would have been in complete panic mode, and God would never have been so real to me. I even know that if the situation had ended more devastating humanly, the peace that I received from Him would still have been the same.
I know, trusting is hard; it is an act of faith, believing that the God you can’t see will do the impossible. But He really does give what you ask for in faith. I chose to trust God, and He gave me more peace than I ever could have dreamed He would.