Trust. It's really an incredible thing. My hands lifted high and open. My heart safe but somehow full of fear. My life placed in the best hands, hands that give all men life and breath and everything else. I have given up control only to receive unexpected blessings in return, blessings I never could have conjured up myself. My situation pales in comparison to the sacrifice Christ made on the cross and the trust involved in that, but I know that God has made the same promises to me, never to leave me and to always have my best in mind, for His glory. The end result of this trusting endeavour is not my own pleasure or glory, but to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord, to seek him in his temple. This is my desire.
"Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord."