Who do you trust?

Disclaimer: This post was written on a mobile device. I'm currently away from home, but when a late-night, shower-induced musing hits, you just have to get it out.

I was musing today, while in a late night shower (always the best for musing), about some recent births among my friends. If you know me at all, you know that I {happily} have c-section births, so the differences between several of my friends 'natural' births is about as big as it gets. One of the common phrases is "trust your body".  Trust your body. Why?  Why do we trust this stack of cells that are lumped into one big mass of life. I trusted my body. Something went 'wrong' apparently and now my babies are born 'unnaturally.'

What they should be saying is 'trust the designer.'

Do you have faith in your stuff?

I do. I trust my iDevices to keep my life in order.  Amidst the chaos of my life, those little devices are sometimes the only thing holding my sanity in place.

But it's not really the device. I trust the designer of the device and software that my calendar will be correct, my maps will take me where I need to go, my phone numbers are correct.  I trust that it works the way it was designed.  Which means I trust the designer.

That is why I'm not feeling like a failure over my type of birth.  My designer, my creator had a bigger plan for me. He knows me.

Does anyone in the Apple design team know me and design my iPhone just to fit me?

Of course not. But the God of the universe that knows the stars by name created me and planned a life for me. A life filled with purpose and joy. A life spent with Him.

What do you do when your devices don't work right?  Do you sit and worry over them.  Maybe if I worry and fret enough over my iPhone, it will work itself out.

No, we take it to the expert.  The one who knows the device inside and out and can make it work the way it was designed.

Why in the world do I sit and worry over my problems?  How many stars did my hands create?  How many beating hearts have I placed in a mother's womb?  How in the world do I consider myself an expert?  Even on myself?  I do not make my heart beat. I did not create my fingerprints. I am not even an expert on myself compared to my Creator.

My creator can fix my problems. Often times its simply an attitude reboot. Other times He's just waiting for me to surrender myself completely to Him so He can fix me to work the way I was designed.

I gave a lot of things over to God tonight.  I have a feeling I am going to have to continue to give these things over to Him until I understand the true meaning of surrender, but until then I will keep reminding myself that sometimes I need to have more faith in God than I do in my devices.