I watch my son as he moves from one state to another, his scenery changing minute by minute, hour by hour. Instead of the comfort of the home he’s had these past 11 weeks, he’s fed in the car, changed in the car, burped in the car, and then we’re moving again, with playtime in the car. The hotel is new and not familiar either.
Yet, I’ve noticed that no matter how his scenery changes, he’s okay. He sees his familiar parents, his grandmother, and he’s okay.
If my 11 week old can fairly easily trust his parents, who are fallible, as everything changes around him….why is it so hard for me to trust in God as my life’s scenery changes?
To be innocent like a child would make life so much easier.