When I’m writing, I must have a plot before I start. The main reason for this is that if I don’t have a plot, my story will drift along aimlessly. But guess what. With God in control of our lives, we’ll never be drifting along aimlessly. He has a plan in mind, and we can always trust him to guide us in the right direction to help him achieve his amazing story.
Those who trust in themselves are fools,
but those who walk in wisdom are kept safe.
This verse makes some good points. We shouldn’t trust in ourselves. We should use the wisdom that God has given us and his Scriptures to guide us along the right paths. That’s why, when we’re making a decision, whether important or seemingly trivial, we should pray to God to lead us, and refer to Scripture. Here’s another verse about trusting in God.
Fear of man will prove to be a snare,
but whoever trusts in the Lord will be kept safe.
We don’t have to fear anyone or anything, for God will keep us safe if we trust in Him.
“Please wake up, Betsy,” Alice whispered.
Alice gripped her sister’s hand as she listened to the heart monitor beep. She hadn’t slept in days while her sister was in the hospital, and her face was pale and drawn. Her sister’s white face looked so small on the pillow. Alice bowed her head in silent prayer.
“God, please, heal my sister,” she pleaded silently. “I need her so much. My parents told me when I was young that you listen to every prayer, and that you’ll answer. I know I haven’t been the most faithful,” she gulped back tears, “but I need you to heal Betsy.” Alice laid her head on the hospital bed, struggling to hold back tears. She drifted off to sleep, not noticing when the heart monitor’s beeping slowed and then, finally, stopped.
“Miss Alice?” a nurse asked softly, gently shaking Alice awake. Alice sat up, struggling to hold back a yawn. She looked down at her sister’s still figure. The hand she was still grasping was icy cold.
“I’m sorry, Miss Alice,” the nurse whispered sympathetically. “She-she died only a few minutes ago.
Later that day, Alice dragged her feet in through the autumn leaves that had fallen and covered the sidewalk. She looked up at the gray cloud-covered sky. A single raindrop fell and landed on the end of her nose. She wiped it away harshly.
“God, why didn’t you answer me? I asked you to heal Betsy, but you didn’t,” she whispered angrily.
A voice deep inside her soul whispered to her. I did answer. But I have something better in mind for both of you. Just trust Me.
For the Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/09/16/writing-challenge-dialogue/