Total Trust

One thing I have been convicted of lately is a matter of trust. This thought struck me a few weeks ago while I was dressing David for work. It was the first really warm day of our summer season, and I was putting a pair of shorts on David for work. As David was putting his shorts on, I realized he has never once complained about the outfits I choose for him to wear. He trusts me to know what is best for him to go through his day in. As the realization sunk in, I was overwhelmed with remorse for every time I questioned something God told me to "wear" for a period in my life.

If David can trust me to choose his clothing, which in a few short years will be nothing but dust, how can I not trust my loving Heavenly Father to choose the "clothing" of this life for me? God has chosen to take my parents home to Heaven... God has chosen for my husband and I to not have children... God has chosen to give me a brother who is developmentally disabled... What right have I to question what He knows to be best? If David can trust me, a mere mortal who makes many mistakes each day, how can I not trust my Father Who has never made a mistake and Who knows what my future holds?