It’s been a hard week. A really hard week.

And in the midst of the mess and all the emotions that came with it, I lost sight of God. I took my eyes off Him and locked eyes on my circumstances. I lay in bed, trying to pray but instead found my mind swirling with could’a, would’a, should’as.

Then, on Thursday, I walked into my son’s chapel presentation and saw five cards across the stage with big, bold, red letters: T-R-U-S-T. The theme was “trusting God when it’s hard.”


As his teacher introduced the theme, she said they were going to tell the story of Abraham.

The first girl stepped up to the microphone and said, “God promised Abraham that his descendants would become a large and mighty nation. God always keeps His promises.”

Timely again.

In Romans 4, Paul talks about Abraham and shows us how he was called righteous because of his unwavering faith. In fact, verses 20–21 put it this way: “Abraham never wavered in believing God’s promise. In fact, his faith grew stronger, and in this, he brought glory to God. He had hope that God is able to do whatever he promises.”

I’ve read this passage often, but I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve often misunderstood it. This time, studying it, I saw the grace in it. Abraham wasn’t perfect, but he had hope in God when the situation seemed impossible, hopeless, confusing, and hard.