I didn’t understand trust until I met Daisy.
Let’s backtrack for a second. I am, by nature, a worrier. And my mother’s response was always to tell me to ‘trust God’.
The most recent example is my living situation. I’ve had housemates coming and going, which meant rising rent, an angry real estate agent and uncertainty over who I would be living with—and if I would like them.
Stress, stress, stress.
When Mum said ‘trust God’, I didn’t understand how that helped. God never promised me awesome housemates. (Even though that’s what I’ve ended up with. 🙂 ) But nevertheless, I’m very aware that God owes me nothing. He promises love and comfort in hard times, yes. But things going the way I want them? No.
Then I met Daisy, an older lady who came and spoke to my Bible study group. She was sharing her testimony for the very first time.
And what a testimony it was. Daisy is not her real name, and for privacy reasons I can’t share much of her story. But I can tell you, this woman has suffered. Continues to suffer.
And yet she continues to persevere, not only forgiving those who have wronged her, but actively caring for them (literally, she’s their carer) with joy and kindness every day.
As she told us her story, she spoke a lot about trusting God. Eventually, I had to ask.
“Can you explain to us what you mean by ‘trusting God’? Obviously pretty much everything that could go wrong for you, did go wrong. So what does it mean to trust?”
She nodded, thoughtful. It was true. She’s experienced grief at every level of relationship. Disappointment every year for the last 50 years.
Then she said, “Trusting doesn’t mean believing that God will give you what you want. It means believing that God will use your life for His glory, no matter what happens.”
Those words have changed my life.
No longer do I worry that things may go wrong. That I might be single forever. That my career will hit a dead end. That my friends will all move away.
Sure, those things could still happen. Worse happened to Daisy.
But whatever happens, it won’t be in vain.
No tear will be purposeless. No struggle fruitless. No disappointment, futile.
Even if I suffer every day for the rest of my life, my existence holds eternal purpose. God will, somehow, use it for his glory. Even if it doesn’t feel like it.
Just look at Daisy. Her life hasn’t felt glorious, or victorious. For fifty years, she’s struggled alone. Circumstances meant that few people knew her story. Before this year, she’d never shared her testimony.
But nevertheless, those 50 years were witnessed by God. And now, those decades of isolation and heartbreak have resulted in a major watershed moment for my life. By sharing her story—the small part of it I can tell—I hope her journey can help you, too.
And who knows how God will use her next? Even if I’m the only person her story affects, I’m certain there’s a crowd of angels in heaven on their feet, applauding her faithfulness.
Her life, while imperfect, hard, and isolated, has brought God tremendous glory.
And ours can do the same.
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything, with joy and thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:6-7 NIV
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.
Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.