Trusting in Trust

“You have an advanced lung disease. It’s incurable,” the pulmonologist told my husband, Ralph, that fateful November morning several years ago. As I tried to absorb the full meaning of his words, I was flooded with anxiety and a host of questions: How much longer did Ralph have to live? How would this affect his quality of life? Would I be able to take care of him? How would we manage financially?

As the doctor patiently answered my questions, I put on a brave face. But inside, I was terrified.

Over the next few days my fears increased, and the doctor’s words replayed in my head over and over again.

One morning while perusing my Bible, I discovered Psalm 112:7. It was then I knew I had a choice—I could continue to “fear this bad news” or I could trust God.

Since then, both Ralph and I have taken refuge in this scripture many times as we continually learn how to navigate the never-ending tests, doctor visits, medications and insurance struggles. And though there have been times when I have fallen into fear, I’ve also learned to trust God in a deeper and more steadfast way.