Sweet

Louisa sat on the beach with her head leaning back as the wind from the ocean swept over the Long Island Sound. It was a light wind, and with the sun shining and no clouds in the sky, warm bathed her. She heard the whispers from beside her, and she peeked a little through one eye.
“Don’t touch that last cookie. It’s mine.” Both her daughter and her husband sat up straight.
“I wasn’t going to touch it. Lily reached for it.” The young girl gasped.
“Mom, don’t believe him! Dad was going to eat it!”
Louisa grabbed the cookie and took a big bite of it. “There. None of you get it,” she laughed with her mouth full. Lily laughed, but only for a moment, until her father scooped her up in his arms eliciting a scream.
“Tattling on me?” Lily got away from him and laughed as he chased her along the sand. It was a perfect day for a picnic. Louisa looked back up to the sky and thanked God for…

All of them of them looked up at the same time. Louisa pushed herself off the sand and onto her knees as her eyes searched the area.
“Do you hear that?” Lilly asked. Louisa watched her husband spring into action and race towards the water. Then she saw it. The screams that had caught all of their attention were coming from the boy flailing his arms out in the ocean.
“Mom, is dad going to save him?”
“He is, honey,” Louisa said holding her daughter tight. They watched as he dove into the water and swam to rescue the boy.

It’s a unique story. It’s a sad story. Louisa’s husband didn’t save the boy. In fact, when he went to rescue the boy, he himself was caught up and both drowned in the ocean. And tragedy didn’t stop there. Louisa and her daughter struggled for a long time to make it financially, and most of the time, they barely had enough money to make it through day by day. It was during this trying time that Louisa wrote words to a very popular hymn. I’ve been thinking about these words and the power about them.

Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus. I’m trying to picture it. When I hear that something is ‘sweet’, I think about drinking a cold glass of sweet tea or biting into a homemade pie or cake. There is the feeling that when you taste it, you have to just smile and savor it in your mouth. And the words don’t say, it’s sweet when Jesus comes through and does something amazing. It says that it’s sweet to ‘trust’ in Jesus.

Just to take Him at His Word. There is the key. True trust means full trust. That means, when I say I trust someone, I give it to them. I don’t hold on to anything, and that feeling is very sweet. It’s freedom from something I’ve been carrying. And you ask how we can truly trust God.

Just to rest upon His promise. If you don’t believe God’s promises to you, then you won’t trust Him. Oh, you’ll say it, and you’ll want to, but you won’t trust Him to the point where you experience the sweetness. It’s like shooting a three-pointer in basketball and knowing before the ball leaves your hand that it’s going in. It’s like putting a cake in the oven, and knowing that it’s going to taste amazing when it comes out. It’s like buying a ring and knowing that she is going to say yes.

Just to know the sayeth the Lord. You have to not only trust in the promise but trust in the power of God’s Word. This same Word spoke the world into existence. This same Word calmed a storm. This same Word raised a guy from the dead. This same Word can take care of you and your situations.

Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
Oh, for grace to trust Him more!

So, the question is this. Louisa’s husband died. He died trying to save a boy’s life. Why should she trust God after that? How can she say that it’s sweet to trust Him when that happens? I think it all depends on how you understand life. It’s through God’s grace that we get to experience the blessings that He gives us, and it’s through grace that we get to actually trust Him for our next breath, our next step, our next blessing. He has proved to be good, and we have to trust Him to be good again.

Trust. It is sweet when you truly understand it.

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