Trusting in the Lord is Like Being the Child of a Five-Star Luxury Restaurant Owner

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 Trusting in the Lord is Like Being the Child of a Five-Star Luxury Restaurant Owner

I know what the costs are. I know it’s expensive—I can’t afford it! Nothing I do can cover the price of this menu. But I’m the child of the owner. He owns it. I’m covered. My portion is paid.

If I know this, why would I be stressed? Why would I cry and faint at the table when the bill comes? The bill is COVERED! If I truly understand this, what is my issue?

Maybe…

  • The last time, I wasted the meal (wasn’t thankful).

  • The last time, I didn’t share the meal (didn’t spread the Good News).

  • Maybe I didn’t even acknowledge the owner (didn’t give honor).

  • Maybe I only show up when I’m hungry (selfish motives).

So many “maybes.”

Because of this, maybe the owner will have a firm talk with me. Maybe He won’t reserve my table. Maybe He’ll let me miss a meal. Maybe He’ll still answer my call for a reservation but I will have to wait in line. Maybe I’ll get something I didn’t order. So many possibilities.

But what if I understood my position?

I am the child.
All I have to do is show up.

I don’t have to stress about the circumstances that try to keep me from my Father’s restaurant. No traffic, no lack of cash, no detours, no need to change clothes—none of it matters. My seat is waiting. My meal is prepared. My Father is there. What a joy it is for Him to see me enjoy what He has set before me with an appreciative heart!  

So why cry for no reason? 

Sure, life will throw challenges—traffic, delays, unexpected expenses—but then I remember… My Father is the owner. I’m good. My seat is saved at the table and there's enough for me.

🔎Time to Connect: 

What does trusting the Lord look like to you or share a time in your life that can inspire someone else.

😊👋Hello there! As a wife and mom who strives to be observant and receptive to family, friends, and associates, I’ve learned so much—and yet, I’m still progressing and processing through life. I started my collection of notes back in 2018 and always considered sharing them in a more public way. What I’ve come to realize—or rather, embrace—is that we all go through seasons of success and setbacks. We all experience the joys and the pains that come with them. But one thing is certain: no matter the circumstances, we each have to find a way to embrace the outcome—wholly and solely. No one can truly express our feelings better than we can, even if we choose to keep them hidden. Our thoughts are deeply personal, and no one else can fully understand them the way we do. Ever been happy—or unhappy—and someone asks, “Are you okay?” You say “yes”… but your face tells a different story? Bingo! 🎯 Let’s talk about it—or at least think it through together. 💭

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