Romans 8:32

This passage has been on my heart this week. Maybe it's because I'm clinging to worry about some things. Maybe it's because I'm letting some pain fester for too long.

You see, I don't trust God.

That's such a harsh statement, and I'm not even sure I've been honest enough to admit it.

But if I've let worry and doubt and disbelief settle in, then how can I proclaim my faith in Him?

I struggle with this battle the most in my life. I've always been a "worry wart"--a playful title given to me in early childhood.

But goodness, it sure has taken root into adulthood. From its bondage, I haven't been freed.

I've made the conclusion that my unbelief (Rom. 8:32) oftentimes finds company in my worry (Matt. 6:25-27).

But who am I to doubt God's goodness... when He cares for even the birds?

Who am I to doubt God's provision and blessing... when He's freely given salvation?

There may not be healing.

Or restoration.

Or answers.

But the One who feeds the birds and freely gives salvation also cares for me.

And you.

And your ailments.

And your brokenheartedness.

And your worry and doubt.

Above all things, His peace and comfort abound.