Catch Me!

Those who know your name trust in you,
for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you.

—Psalm 9:10 (NIV)

“Catch me, Mom!” Looking up from inside the pool, I saw a tangle of arms and legs flying toward me. There was no fear—just an absolute trust that I would be there to catch my son before he went under water.

As an adult who prides herself in doing constant risk assessment, I marvel at this level of abandonment and sheer trust. I test the water temperature before I ever stick a toe in the pool. I check to see how deep and clean the water is, looking for creatures that might have fallen in. When everything checks out, I cautiously slip into the pool, gradually lowering my limbs in one at a time. Sometimes, I think that I trust God’s promises in the same way. I take them one slow step at a time. I check to see if what God said could possibly be true—then, and only then, do I venture out in faith.

I have noticed that young children aren’t plagued with this reserved trust. If God says He answers prayer, then they expectantly look for His answer. If God promises to forgive them, then they confess and move on. If God calls them to tell others about Jesus, they boldly tell the grocery clerk about Him. No wonder Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these” (Matt. 19:14).They understand what it means to trust God freely—unreservedly.

Lately I have asked myself, What if I abandoned my caution and broke away from my adult-onset wariness? What would it look like if I trusted God wholeheartedly to be who He says He is? How would I act differently if I uninhibitedly trusted in the promises of His Word? These answers came to mind:

There is an amazing freedom that I am finding in this type of reckless trust in God that I never experienced in my previous cautious reliance on Him. I am starting to discover just how much fun it is to say, “Catch me, Father!”