We don’t go out of town often, but when we do, I know I will be met with multiple renditions of the same question from my little passengers. 

“Mom, how much longer?” 

“Mom, are we almost there?”

“Mom, how many more minutes?”

“Mom, are we close?”

All of these questions reflect their uncomfortability with not knowing. Yes, they likely had to use the bathroom or desired to stretch their legs, but what they really were struggling with was not being in control of the amount of time it was taking to get to where we were going. They trusted me to drive the car, but didn’t trust the process that got us from where we came from to where we were going. 

I find myself relating to these questions on a much deeper level. There have been many times in my life in which I was unsettled about not knowing something, even though I claimed to trust the One who put me on the path I was walking. 

I have struggled with contentment. 

I have struggled with doubt. 

I have struggled with worry. 

I have struggled with anxiousness.

But it’s in these moments when I’m faced with a choice to believe God is good, even when I’m unsure exactly what He’s doing.