$2.24

That is how much money the person who used the ATM before me had left in the bank.  They had withdrawn $40.00 and had essentially nothing left.  So, I know that while this may have been a source of worry, anxiety and angst -- it wasn’t a source of security.
But what if I trusted Jesus like I only had $2.24 left in the world? 
What if I trusted Him like I was sleeping on the streets or was going on 3 months without a job? 
Instead of making those things my security net, what if underneath me was the Everlasting Arms? 
What if I trusted Him like an orphan who has no idea of his culture or family background? 
And instead, heaped all my future hope on Jesus?  
What if I trusted Jesus more than philosophy or political justice or….? 
What if I trusted Jesus more? 
Whoever believes in Him will never be put to shame but have the light of life.  Do I trust God? 
Or rest (smugly) in my own opinions?  To trust in something is let go of all other possible “saviors” and cling to the One you say you trust.  I choose Jesus.