Being an adult has it's perks.

Sometimes.

And other times it's just difficult. Especially when money is involved. It's stressful. And when it feels overwhelming, I begin to wish that my parents were taking care of all of the bills again.

I'm realizing, however, that the issue isn't the weight of responsibility that adulthood graces us with. The issue is that I'm being faced with my inability to truly trust God with everything.

When finances are tight, and opportunities seem to be slipping away. I freak out. Because I can't control them, and I don't have the unlimited resources to change that. I really do have to trust that God is going to take care of it. All of it. And in his time, it is going to be done...the right way. The best way.

And even though I know this, I still revert to the childlike voice inside my head that cries for what I want. Now. And God, being the patient Father that he is, waits until my little tantrum or fit of worry is over. He bends down and sweetly reminds me that I have no reason to fear. He reminds me that the birds are fed and the lilies are clothed. Why wouldn't he do the same for me?

I want to trust more deeply.