My friend Lucy recently sent me a passage about trust from One Thousand Gifts, a beautiful book by Ann Voskamp.
Belief is a verb, something that you do.
Then the truth is that authentic, saving belief must be also? The very real, everyday action of trusting.
Then a true saving faith is a faith that gives thanks, a faith that sees God, a faith that deeply trusts? … That’s my daily work, the work God asks of me? To trust. The work I shirk. To trust in the Son, to trust in the wisdom of this moment, to trust in now. And trust is that: work. The work of trusting love. Intentional and focused. Sometimes, too often, I don’t want to muster the energy. Stress and anxiety seem easier. Easier to let a mind run wild with worry than to discipline, to reign her in, slip the blinders on her and train her to walk steady in certain assurance, not spooked by the spectors looming ahead. Are stress and worry evidences of a soul too lazy, too undisciplined, to keep gaze fixed on God? To stay in love? I don’t like to ask these questions, sweep out these corners where eyes glare from shadows. But this I must ask and I do, out loud…isn’t joy worth the effort of trust?
Because I kid no one: stress brings no joy.