“Do you trust Me?” He asked.
Silence. I rephrased the question in my mind, directing it to myself. Do I trust Him?
“How do I know if I trust You, Lord?” I asked.
There was a short pause. Whether it was for impact or Him thinking quick of an answer, I couldn’t tell.
“When you’re worried about something, remember how you would come to Me and tell Me all about it? And then you’d ask Me to handle it.”
“Yes, Lord.” I smiled. I could see images of those days in my mind quite vividly.
“And every after we finished talking, would you feel relieved?”
“I-I think, yes. Most of the time.”
“And days or weeks after that, would you still find yourself worrying about it?”
“Well…” I found that I couldn’t say yes to this one.
“Did you trust that I was really handling it for you?”
“My child, I created this universe for you. I want you to have a ground to stand on, a sky to look up to, and people to cherish it all with. I am always with you. My eyes are on you every second…”
“I am sorry, Lord. I know…”
“My child, I love you.”
I felt His eyes on me, looking intently. Dearly.
“I love you,” He said again, “More than you know.”
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