For we walk by faith, not by sight. 2 Corinthians 5:7
When I was a little girl we had a huge family picnic every summer. The best part was when my dad and my uncle would string a brightly coloured piñata over the strongest branch they could find. All the kids would line up and fidget as we impatiently waited for our turn.
When I finally got to the front of the line my dad would tie the blindfold on and spin me around until I had no clue which direction I was facing. I'd have to take several steps before I'd be close enough to take a swing, but had no idea which way to go.
Never once was I scared about falling or going the wrong way. I trusted that my dad loved me and would protect me, so he'd point me in the right direction and make sure I got there safely. I knew there was treasure ahead even though I couldn't see it because I knew that my dad could.
Our Heavenly Father loves us infinitely more than anyone else ever could, so why do we often not extend the same measure of faith to Him? I want to say, "Yes, Lord." every time, but I must admit that probably more often that not I try to wait for the blindfold to come off so I can see that there's definitely treasure ahead. God promises that there is. His plans for us are always good!
When I'm afraid to trust that promise I miss out on real intimacy with God because trust is at the very heart of intimacy. Thankfully, we have a patient Father that redirects our path when we head in the wrong direction and try to swing for treasure too soon.