from A Year of Morning Thanks
Called my mother yesterday in the home to tell her I finished a little job she wanted done for a friend of hers. She was thrilled it was on its way.
Then we told her of our continuing problems, and what she answered was almost exactly—no exactly—what I would have guessed. “You’ve got to step back and put it all in the hands of the Lord. I know that’s not an easy thing to do. But it’s what you have to do—trust him.”
Not that we haven’t been. But hearing her say it again—just hearing her—was good for her son, who’s no youngster himself. For as long as I can remember, she's said exactly that--which is not to say I've always believed her, or she's always believed herself. If the truth be known, she herself has never been particularly good at trusting.
But that doesn't make her wrong--only human. And I don’t know that I’ll change my behavior or that I can--even if I should. But it was still good to hear her tell me what I knew she’d say because she's never been wrong about that.