Do you Trust me?

The question comes softly at first.

Not a command. Not a demand. Just a whisper.

Do you trust Me?

I hear it in the quiet moments—when the weight of healing feels unbearable, when my body isn’t cooperating, when the old fears creep back in.

I hear it when I’m standing at the edge of something unknown. A change I didn’t expect. A loss I didn’t choose. A path that makes no sense.

I hear it when He leads me into places that feel too deep, too painful, too impossible.

Do you trust Me?

Everything in me wants to say yes.

But sometimes, the truth is—I don’t know.

The Impossible Places

Healing wasn’t supposed to look like this.

I thought healing meant restoration, ease, a steady climb upward.

Instead, it looks like facing things I never wanted to face.

It looks like walking through places I never wanted to go.

God has led me into impossible places before.

Painful places. Unknown places.

Places where every instinct inside me says, This is not safe. Turn around. Go back.

Walking away from my past. Leaving old identities behind.

Facing my body’s dysfunction and feeling completely out of control.

Confronting emotions I spent years trying to bury.

Every time, it’s the same. The fear. The uncertainty. The deep, gut-wrenching doubt that I will make it through.

And every time, God meets me with the same question.

Do you trust Me?

The Invitation to Trust

For so much of my life, I survived by control.

I gritted my teeth. I made plans, I built walls, I held everything together because if I didn’t, who would?

Trust didn’t feel safe.

Trust meant vulnerability. And vulnerability meant pain.

But God isn’t asking for blind belief.

He’s not asking me to pretend I have no fear.

He’s inviting me—step by step, moment by moment—to choose trust over certainty.

🚀 When my gut locks up and frustration rises—He asks, “Do you trust Me?”

🚀 When the old survival responses resurface—He asks, “Do you trust Me?”

🚀 When I stand at the edge of the unknown, heart pounding, mind racing—He asks, “Do you trust Me?”

And here’s what I’m learning:

The more I say yes, the more I move forward despite the fear…

The more I experience safety in God—real safety—not just in my body, but in my soul.

Beyond Belief—Experiencing God

I used to think faith was just belief.

That trusting God meant agreeing with the right theology, reciting the right verses, having confidence in His promises.

But trust isn’t just an idea.

Trust is an experience.

It’s stepping forward when everything in me wants to retreat.

It’s releasing my grip when my whole body screams to hold on.

It’s saying yes to the impossible and then watching God make a way where there was none.

And when that happens—when I step out and find myself upheld, when I let go and realize I was never falling—

That’s when I know.

This is real.

This isn’t just belief.

This is encountering God.

Because no theology, no doctrine, no intellectual argument could ever match the experience of walking through fire and finding that I was never alone.

What If He’s Asking You?

I don’t know what your impossible place is right now.

I don’t know what He’s asking you to step into, or what He’s leading you to leave behind.

But I do know this:

He’s standing with you at the edge, whispering the same question.

Do you trust Me?

Not with perfect faith.

Not without fear.

Just enough to take the next step.

Because on the other side of that trust is safety like you’ve never known.

Not the kind the world offers.

Not the kind you build for yourself.

The kind that holds you even when you don’t have the strength to hold on.

 Take the step. He’s already there.