Like An Astronaut Trusts His Suit

God is asking of me right now the only question He ever really asks of anyone, the question that they all seem to boil down to, and that question is,

"DO YOU TRUST ME?"

"Do you trust me when things aren't going like you wanted them to?
Do you trust me to always know what's best for you?
Do you trust me with your future?
Do you trust me with your past?
Do you trust me...?"

My own human perspective isn't enough. Left on my own, I am entirely ineffectual. I need Jesus, not because he is an alien symbiont who will help me achieve my own ends while subtly turning me to the dark side. I trust God, not because I feel like it or because it's the "thing to do". Quite the opposite, in fact, and let me say this: Whoever said that Jesus was a crutch first failed miserably at recognizing his or her own inadequacies, and second, had no clue how much the God of the universe loves us. It may seem like I'm harping on an old tune there, but things profound are both simple and true. May we all answer that question with humility.