Today during church we sang a song that resonated with my soul. It was one of those times during worship where the words hit home and despite hardship or trials you sit back and say, “God, You are all sufficient.” I have had these times before. Once after learning a friend had passed away, I sat and cried while singing Blessed Be Your Name by Matt Redman. Another time, again a Mat Redman song, Ten Thousand Reasons  left me just rejoicing while a young teen who had grown up with my son played the drums. This time, Tim Timmons’ song My Great Reward struck home.

Recently some unreasonable fears have begun to plague me. When I walk into the breezeway to my garage at night to lock up, I become nervous. It is an old fear that I had as a child on into my early adult years of dark, desolate places usually with narrow hallways. It had last reared its ugly head in 1997. So, for it to come up now seemed very strange. After several weeks of this unresolved fear, I was able to place the reason for it. A specific panelling at the garage door triggered memories of a childhood event. Now that I knew the reason to the fear, I figured the terror should dissipate, but it didn’t. Every time I went into the breezeway at night to lock the garage and back door, I had to consciously trust God to calm my fears.

Trust. It’s an interesting thing. You would think once you learned it it would be a done deal; however, it seems that whether it’s human nature or just the nature of the beast that trust must be learned and relearned throughout your life. It takes a constant reminding that I am not the one in control, but instead God is. It’s knowing that He has everything, and I mean every single detail, filtered through His loving hands with a purpose for it. It is a conscious choice to praise Him through both the good times and the bad. A decision to accept life’s ups and downs and say ‘Thank you, Lord’. It is an acceptance that He is all I need. Just as some people need coffee or a soda, I need my time with the Lord. I need His input in my life, a time to sit and reflect on His word and listen to music that honors Him.

This walk of trust takes a courage that is not innate. It comes from little steps of trust which are honored and by proving that God is trustworthy. Peter didn’t step out of the boat onto the choppy waves the first time he met Jesus; he had seen Jesus prove Himself multiple times before.

This theme of trust is what The One Who Sees Me is all about. Faru must learn to trust The Existing One–The One Who Sees Her. It takes small steps–an answered prayer, a kind word, an act of consideration, and finally a running away–for her to come to grips with this courageous trust.

Listen to the words of this song, and may you also gain the courage to trust The All-Sufficient One, The One Who Sees you.