My focus of 2020 isn’t a very exciting one. I wanted something like “Intentional,” but the word that kept coming to mind was just simply “Trust.”
Trust even in the waiting.
Trust even in the storm.
Trust even in the small moments.
If you had asked me recently if I have a lot of trust, I would have said a very quick “yes.” I do trust God, yes, I do. But when I read of Peter recently, I realized I don’t trust God as much as I thought I did.
The disciples saw Jesus walking on the lake, so Peter said “Lord, if it is You, command me to come to You on the water.”
This is what happened:
He said, “Come.” And when Peter had come down out of the boat, he walked on the water to go to Jesus. But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, “Lord, save me!”Matthew 14:29 NKJV
Peter lost his trust.
Why? Because he looked at the storm. Peter became afraid (and began to sink) when he took his eyes off Jesus and looked at the storm.
I have a fear of the sky falling. Not the literal one; the one that insulates myself and my family from the hard, cruel world. When the tiniest storm (an irritation, nothing really) threatens the peace of my little family world, I get so disproportionately worried that the sky is going to fall.
When I read the story of Peter and noticed that he became afraid when he looked at the storm instead of Jesus, I realized that I do that, too.
And that’s why “Trust” is my word for 2020. I hope to look more ahead and less to the side; trusting that when the storm comes – when the sky falls – God will be faithful to His promises to help me.