Who's Your Daddy?

It trips me out to see how quickly I can strap myself into a self-made roller coaster when it comes to dealing with life's struggles. It seems that my relationship with God carries an uncanny similarity to a little girl pulling petals off a flower while chanting "He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me..." Of course I know God loves me, and although I have seen Him carry me through seemingly difficult situations time and time again and put me in an even better place than before, I still struggle with the issue of trust. My kids don't doubt my ability to take care of them, and yet I don't show my Father the same childlike faith. Instead I alternate between "abundant life" and "The sky is falling!!". Even when I cover a major decision with prayer and get a clear positive answer giving me the go-ahead, I'll still sit there and try to verify the logic in my own head instead of simply trusting that Father knows best. He said "Jump. I'll catch you!" and my response tends to be "but what if you don't?" Silly, isn't it? He's never failed me, but I still fail to grasp the concept that He's got a very specific plan for me, and I don't need advance notice of where this road leads. I just need to hold my Father's hand and keep walking.