Trust

Trust says the crumpled green license plate that hangs in my office. Trust what? Trust that it is worth scratching on the wall that God is Love and Life because, all appearances to the contrary notwithstanding, it may just be true. Trust that if God is anywhere, God is here, which means that there is no telling where God may turn up next-around what sudden bend of the path if you happen to have you’re eyes and ears open, your wits about you, in what odd, small moments almost too foolish to tell. If God is ever, God is now, in the in and out of breathing, the sound of the footstep on the stair, the smell of the rain, the touch of a hand on your bare shoulder where you kneel at the door. If God lives and loves, as the hay shed proclaimed, it is in ourselves no less than everywhere else, in the godless no less than the godliest, in the dead no less than the living, because the end of a life is no more likely to be the end of God's love that keeps it alive than it is of our love that keeps it living part of ourselves.

Fredrick Buechner "The Eyes of the Heart"

In what area can you trust God for, today?

Where in the past has this trust been rewarded?