Thursday, November 12, 2009

~TRUST Rebecca...Just Trust!~

There are times in my life when I've come to a crossroad of sorts and have struggled with choosing which path in front of me was the best one to take.

Do I go right?

Left?

Does it even matter?

Ever face the complexity of just being fearful of being fearful? Ever been so afraid of turning the wrong way that your energy becomes stifled and you're only able to sit and stare at the wall for hours on end?

Yesterday I struggled with such an issue even though I had literally tons to do. I have found it is in times like this that I miss the wise counsel of my father most. More often than not he would welcome me into his 'office' and would then say this:

"Tell me about it, Becky Sue! What's troubling you, honey? Tell Dad about it!"

And..as I would usually do, I would begin to spill out from within me a very long list of all that seemed to be 'wrong' in my life. All my fears. All my hesitations. All my mistakes...

Being the kind and loving father my dad has always tried to be, it was during one especially memorable visit that he handed me a tattered piece of paper with the following poem penned on one side.

"I found this little poem and saved it back for you!" he said

"You can ALWAYS trust God with your dreams...." he continued...

~BROKEN TOYS~

As children bring their broken toys,
With tears for us to mend;
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He was my friend.
But then instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help, with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried
"How could you be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go..."

Author Unknown

While searching for an important paper today, to my surprise I came across the poem once again.

And so, through the quiet early dawn hours of a regular Thursday morning, I again heard my father's loving heart speak to me from beyond the thundering sounds silence...

"Trust...just trust!"

Blessings to you as you cast your cares upon Him...Rebecca

25 comments:

Mary said...

Rebecca, your words and the poem struck home with me today. There have many times that I've sat and stared out the window, not knowing what to do. The poem that you shared is one that I often consider when frozen with indecision or fear. Trust comes with faith...I don't think we can separate them. You had a wonderful father that was always there when you needed him, and now you, and I, have a Father that is also always there when we need Him...there is nothing to fear...we can trust Him. Trust...a mighty word.

"Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for on You do I lean and in You do I trust. Cause me to know the way wherein I should walk, for I lift up my inner self to You."
Psalm 143: 8

God bless you, Rebecca!

Mary

Amy said...

Thank you so much for sharing the poem. I have never heard it before but sure it will become a part of my life now. It is so beautiful. So very true. We must let go and let God! Thanks again, Amy amydhay@gmail.com

Barbara Jean said...

Rebecca,
This is a lovely post, and poem.
A good reminder to us all.

blessings

barbara jean

PS I, and I'm sure many others, can certainly relate to those same things.

Dolores said...

Oh sweet Rebecca, I wish I could reach and give you a big hug.
Thank you for sharing the beautiful poem and your honest thoughts.
You are so blessed to have these sweet memories of such a loving father! I know you miss the way he was, but someday he will be whole again. I Praise God for his promises.....
Love,
Dolores

Alicia ~ Time Worn Style said...

oh my, so very beautiful. thankyou for sharing a special poem from a special person.
Alicia

FondantKiss said...

Hi Rebecca, This post was a great lift for me. I too struggle with making right decisions at present and they often are the wrong ones! I am also struggling with faith and hope. Your post made me read on in your blog and I found it very inspiring.
Best regards
Deborah

Marilyn said...

I think by the time we all get to "that certain age" we begin to question many things & many decisions. We don't have that tendancy to just bumble-into things like we did in our youth. Probably because back then we always had in the back of our minds that there was always enought time to fix-it if it went wrong.
Now we tread lightly & carefully....
Our Father's words will forever be with us...
Have a Wonderful Weekend!
Love,
Marilyn

Lynns Lovelies said...

Oh Rebecca thank you for posting this poem, I had not read it before either. Perfecttiming for me to read this, also.
I know in my heart that in those moments of fear and indecision, He is wanting us to turn it all over to Him..to take it from us. All we have to do is do it. Trust and faith as Mary said does interwine with each other.
Wishing you a beautiful day!

Hugs and Blessings,
Lynn♥

Janet Happy Girl said...

I so agree with your post. I have found that my favorite Bible verse helps me in times of trouble and care. "Be still and know that I am God." I lean on that verse and it helps me to be still and have faith.

Terri said...

The poem illustrates it all so perfectly! Very touching in the way you have related it to us. Glad I came by for a visit. What a gret thought to start my day.

Marsha (Sassy Mini Dolls) said...

Thank you so much for sharing this with us today. Boy this hit home! I am printing the poem and placing it on my desk.

Reading about your father made me cry. It was if he was speaking to you today when you found that poem.

Have a wonderful day,

Hugs,
Marsha

BECKY said...

Sweet Rebecca, This is a precious poem and what a wonderful Dad you had, gal. I think we all have moments like you've spoken of, and much to my delight, I very often hear that still small voice of God gently prodding and leading me along..."Just Trust" is a phrase He gave to me during such a time.
May He continue to bless all you put your hands to in His Name. You're a lovely reflection of Him.

Blessings and hugs,
Becky

Stacey said...

What a perfect little poem and a sweet memory of your dad. I am a worrier too and should print this poem to read regularly.

jenX said...

*tears welling* tell dad about it. so true. i miss those words, beck. i love that pic of you and dad when you were young. i want a copy. xoxo

blushing rose said...

Very emotional writing, Rebecca, for me. Oh, too many times, have I been where you are not knowing which way to turn ... but He always holds me close directing me.

I was never fortunate, as you are, to have had a dad that interfaced with us kids ... so we do not share a memory of 'nice' nor 'parent' of him ... you are SO blessed to have such warm snuggly treasures of time with your Father.

Whatever may be on your mind, I hope that you are thru this quickly. You are strong & have Steve to help you work thru it all.
Love for you sent, your way.

Happy Birthday to Miss K today, may she be blessed & have a wonderful birthday.

Hugs of love, Marydon

June said...

Beautiful Rebecca, just beautiful. This poem has hit home for me today as I try to let go and just trust. I hold on to worries too long rather than trusting in the Lord and in the decision He has already helped me make.
Thank you sweet for always knowing just what to write.
Love,
June

Mary H said...

~Dear Rebecca~~I just had to write you today as I read your post and poem...love the poem and soooo true!! I struggle with the "letting go and trusting" too, but, getting better. Have spent MANY days staring and pondering and my days "slowed" because, "I was trying to figure out" instead of giving it to the Lord, as He asks. This has been a year of years, I will not soon forget. I have learned alot (even about my own self) and know I have much more to learn. One thing I have learned and hope I can continue, is always to "trust and give it to the Lord". Sounds simple, but sometimes isn't. I recall last year during the holidays when I had alot on my mind along with my Mom and her care and I went to visit her...I always was able to talk my troubles or joys out with my Mom and this time she just stared at me, I REALLY felt "on my own" and I remember looking at her and saying "Mom, I wish I could talk to you today". God allowed her (I know) to reach out and just touch my hand and give it a gentle squeeze. She never said anything to me, but that really helped me. I try and remember those times when the going got rough. This year, she will not be with me for Christmas, but she is in my heart and my memories. Savor every day!
I understand...hugs to you dear friend and always here...Love/hugs, Mary H.

Ginger said...

What a beautiful post Rebecca. And look how many other people you have touched, me included. I have trouble with giving it to Him and letting Him keep it, I turn it over but try to take it back, although I am getting better at it. I hope you found your answer today!!!

God Bless You sweet lady,
Ginger

Sara said...

Dear Rebecca
I believe in Postcards from God and this was mine for today. How precious is that poem and you have no idea how much I needed that.
Thank you so much for sharing.

debbie said...

DEAR PRECIOUS REBECCA,
SO VERY BEAUTIFUL...I DIDN'T KNOW OTHER PEOPLE SET AND STARED AT THE WALL AS IF THE PUZZLE PIECE WE NEED IS GOING TO APPEAR BEFORE US. THESE ARE THE DAYS OUR CHARACTER IS BUILDING...I SAID, I DON'T LIKE CHARACTER CLASS ~ BUT OBVIOUSLY I MUST GET USE TO IT.WE ARE ALL WALKING DIFFICULT PATHS TO PURIFY US FOR THE FATHER'S COMING WHICH NONE OF US KNOW THE HOUR...BUT WE MUST BE READY.
I KNOW YOU AND I KNOW GOD AND IT IS ALL GOING TO WORK OUT...WHEN I SAW THE PICTURE OF YOU HOLDING MISS K TONIGHT FOR HER BIRTHDAY...YOUR EYES HELD SUCH A SADNESS...I JUST REACHED OUT AND TOUCHED YOUR FACE ON THE COMPUTER AND SAID, OH SWEET REBECCA, IT WILL BE ALRIGHT.
ANGEL HUGS SWEET GIRL
LOVE
DEBBIE

Anonymous said...

Becky--
What a wonderfdul post.
Your dad loves you very much and speaks of his Becky Sue often. My eyes tear up when I observe his recognition of his children. When I saw him yesterday he called me BaBa, He hasn't called me that in years (One of his pet names for me) I am so thankful for the years we have had together.
You are a great daughter.
Thanks for sharing.
Hugs-- Mom

Rita of Grammy's Sweet Nothings said...

Rebecca, how wonderful that you had such a relationship with your father. And what a wonderful poem! Thankfully, we have a Father in Heaven to quiet those fears when our earthly fathers can't!

Piney Rose said...

Rebecca dear, your posts like this always bring a tear and are such a blessing to me. Just want you to know I am finishing up on a group Beth Moore bible study on Esther - I am enjoying it immensely and am strengthened in my walk daily. You were right! Beth has a new one on Ruth that starts in January! Hugs to you, dear friend!

English Cottage in Georgia said...

Oh my, you have offered a wonderful post to lend direction to me. I am so full of indecision lately.
How blessed you were when God was assigning Daddy's to little girls.:-)

Edie Marie's Attic said...

I love that poem... it's so true isn't it? We just won't let go. So many of us are like that, playing tug-o-war with the things we say we've given to God. I know I am. I need a lot of prayer in that department. I miss my Dad too. He's been gone 35 yrs now and I still cry for him. He was so dear.

Love & Big hugs, sherry

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