Jesus, I trust in You

So we pray, following what Jesus of Divine Mercy said to Saint Faustina. But could not Jesus ask us: “Do you really trust in Me?”

Trusting in God and His Divine Providence is one of those concepts that might be easy to say but that can be hard to live by.

Real trust in God cannot be practiced without realizing that He is our Owner, because He has created us. And it is not enough to realize that, we need to take the next step: to live according to that, which means we are not independent from God.

And aren’t we free? True, He gave us the gift free will. But free will is to be used well … although we can misuse it too. It should be used so that, trusting in God, we surrender ourselves totally to His Will.

And there is nothing to be afraid of, there is nothing to lose, because we know that God is Love. And the only thing that comes from Him to us is Love.

But there is more to trust than just believing that God is trustworthy. It means trusting also in His plans for my life. It means adjusting my plans to those of God, or even changing them altogether.

Trust means that I let God be God, and I am His creature. This implies that He runs my life. He writes the script and I follow it. Perhaps this means I would have to erase the script I had written.

Trust implies that I really mean what I pray in the Our Father: “You Will be done” (not mine) “on earth as it is in Heaven”.

Trust means that even in suffering I cry with Jesus in the Garden: “Not my will, but Yours be done” (Luke 22:42).

But… do I really trust in Jesus when the bank account is almost empty? Do I trust even when there is no cash for tomorrow? Do I really trust what He said: “Do not worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’ or ‘What are we to drink?’ or ‘What are we to wear?’” (Mathew 6: 31). Do I really believe that if He takes care of the birds in the air and the lilies of the field, He would take care of us?

We should, because He created us and He knows our needs better than we do. And “the more a soul trusts, the more it will receive” (Saint Faustina’s Diary 1578).