AIR
With a little, white bottle of bubbles i found today, I decided to have a little fun. Much to my dog's dismay, I bent down and blew them right into Bella's little face, obstructing her view to where they were all she could see. I was expecting her to jump everywhere, and bark and snap at them but, instead shied away from them, as if they were bullets claiming her life. As I they each fell and popped on the carpet, she showed me her trust. Her little eyes pleaded with me to make them go away, and an image flew into my mind. I imagined an almighty God standing over His people, and watching us turn our trust into Him. Each one of His saints, in their toughest battle, turning our hearts to God. We pray to Him and plead with Him to remove the trial, and if we are not careful, we would abandon our trust in God just because we still have the bubbles in our face, and can't see how they will ever clear. The thing is, the whole time He has the whole situation in control completely, it may not always turn out exactly the way we want it to but we were promised that it will be good for us somehow. If we could only see that our toughest trials are so often, nothing more than little balls of soap filled with air...
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