Can I Trust God?

There are a lot of things I don't understand about God. I could make a list. A long list that would include things in the Old Testament that God said and did. Things that don't make any sense to me. Things that just don't seem to jive with His love and care. Things that don't make any sense.

What about this great and terrible God? What kind of being is this that created everything from nothing? How much higher than us that the entire creation is less than a grain of sand in His hand? Yet he is able to see a sparrow fall to the ground and care, to know the number of hairs of my head, every beat of my heart, every thought and intent. What kind of being is this? The incredible distance in every way is beyond my comprehension and, under other circumstances I would fall on my face and die in even the thought of such a presence as this.

Yet, this is not other circumstances. The circumstances are that this same God who is so far different than I created me with some of the same attributes as He. This isn't a being that is indifferent or uncaring about us – He cares intimately and has proven it over and over again.

Knowledge is definitely increasing more quickly in this time period than in any other time period we know. Yet everything we learn points us more to the fact that God intelligently designed everything; a design incredible beyond our comprehension.

Sometimes I don't understand why God did things or the seeming harshness. I think about the vast distance between what God is and I.

"Can I trust God? Does He really care about me?”

Then I remember... He created me. He does care and love me more than I comprehend. This is the one I'll spend eternity with. In that time all the silly things that seemed big problems will be nothing. I won't be thinking about the next season of my favorite television show or if gas prices will go up or down. I won't be concerned with people cheating each other or the plight of the poor or rich. I'll be in a presence I can never comprehend; a presence that wanted to know me and did everything so that I, in my limited way, could know Him.

No one ever convinced me to become a Christian; to want to follow God; to lift up my arms like a child and say, "Hold ME, Daddy. Take ME in your arms... Choose ME.” No one ever tried to force me or talk me into anything.

I thought I was searching for this from the time I was born. I didn't realize he found me long before.


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