He Trusts Me
Nathan was standing on the air conditioner unit today; you know, the big square thing in the back yard that blows air. He was standing on it because I put him there, but he didn’t really like it. So he reached back, grabbed my finger in his hand and just stepped off backwards. This is a kid who knows not to step off the bed or the couch. He knows that he can’t go down stairs without holding on. But once he had my finger in his hand he just stepped off–backwards even. The only explanation I have is that he trusts me. He knows that I will catch him so why worry. All he needs to do is jump.
I wonder how different my average day would be if I actually trusted God that much instead of just saying that I do. It is one thing to say that I trust in Him. It is another thing entirely to jump.