trust

Imagine a child. She's going to school. But, she doesn't understand. "Why do I have to go?" she asks. "It's hard, and some of the other students don't like me." "It's okay", her father replies. "I will be here for you when you get back. It's for your own good. It's hard, but in the end it's worth it." So, she trusts him. She goes off to school. And it's hard, and some of the students don't like her, but she keeps going. And in the end, it's worth it. I'm sure you all see where I'm going with this. Right now, I'm the little girl. I'm down here, and it's hard. And some people might not like me. But, I'm going anyway. I'm keeping it up. I'm trusting in my Heavenly Father. It will all work out in the end, even if I don't see it right now. Faith is hard for me. I am constantly asking "Why?" And, inevitably, the answer is "Because. You don't see it, but it will help you. There's a great plan for you, even if you don't see it. Trust me." So, I trust. Because there is little option. Oh, I could be mad at God. I could blame him for my troubles and problems. Or, I could deny His existence at all. I could say "What sort of God could let this happen?" I could turn my back on religion. But, I can't. Because that's not me. I have to have something to hold on to, or I'll go over the edge. I won't let that happen. So, I believe.