I’ve been thinking about this lately–who can I really trust? Not because I’ve been betrayed recently, but I want to use wisdom in where I trust my heart. No, I’m not looking for romance, as I’m happily married, and I do trust my husband. I also trust my mother, my kids and a few close friends.

That’s not what I’m talking about here. When trouble hits and you want to talk to someone, but it’s sensitive and maybe even hurtful, where do you turn? When everything seems to be falling apart, what do you do?

My husband and I have endured a lot of stress the past two years, with our business failing, Allen getting laid off recently, and getting hit with some health problems. I realized that, while I have friends and family who care, none of them could make the stress go away–none could offer the fix I wanted. So why was my first impulse to pick up the phone and call my mom, my grown kids, or a friend? Wasn’t that putting my stress on their shoulders? Yes, they did pray, and I value that above all else.

But only God can change my circumstances. He is my provider, my healer, my comforter, my friend. He goes to war on my behalf, champions me when I’m despondent, fights for me when I’m under attack. He brings peace when I’m confused and gives answers where there are none. I can trust him. Totally. Completely. Forever. With everything.