Simple Trust

For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! Father!”

Romans 8:15

Two year-old L.J. caught a glimpse of her favorite ball through the darkness enveloping the backyard. It was against the back fence beckoning her, but the darkness held her back. Almost instinctively, her toddling feet moved magnetically to the main man in her life. Yanking on his pant leg and looking up into his face she cried, “Daddy, scary, dark. Get ball, peeze,” pointing to the ball. “Ok, sweetie.” He stepped of the deck on his way, but then felt a tiny hand reaching for his, which he grasped, and they journeyed together on a joint mission to rescue the ball. Just a moment later, they were back on the deck, smiles visibly illuminated by the porch lights, all fear forgotten.

That scene is forever framed and etched into my heart. Could I possibly dare to be that dependent and trusting of another person? Or, for that matter, of God, who longs to hear me cry out, “Abba! (Daddy) Father!”

Oh, the security we have in our heavenly Father. If only we will. If only we will call out for help and walk in trust towards the One who is able and willing to walk into the darkness on our behalf, and who will also hold our hand and walk with us through the fear. He could do it all for us, but how He loves for us to go with Him!

Thank you, my sweet and precious granddaughter, for showing me, teaching me and touching my fearful heart to trust.

Thank You, my heavenly Father, for being my Daddy, to whom I can cry out to, turn to, run to, and walk with hand-in-hand anytime I choose! Father, is this how I keep coming to You in child-like faith? Not in childishness, but as Your child in uncomplicated and simple trust in You? Lord, thank You for forgiving me when I don’t bring my fears to You that results in remaining alone and fearful in darkness.

Karen Sims