I was a student in my Father’s school today.

I stood behind my podium at the front of my classroom, as usual.

14 children sat in their desks, and the 15th child… was appointed as my teacher by the Schoolmaster, even though the child was unaware.

The lesson was on trusting God.

In his typical thoughtful manner, a nine year old innocently taught me a lesson about my lack of ability to trust.

It began with an object lesson used in all school devotions this morning. The dad who was in charge of devotions called his son up to the front.

He filled a ziploc bag with water and announced that he would poke holes into it while holding it above his son’s head. The child was to stand still and trust his father not to make him get wet.

Many people seemed skeptical. His son looked skeptical. I got the sense that a large number of the student body hoped to see him get wet…

Using a pencil crayon, the first hole was made. And… the pencil crayon was poked all the way through both sides of the bag, and left stuck in there.

No water could leak out… the holes were being plugged as they were made!

We returned to class, and I noticed the pensive look on Thoughtful Child’s face.

Sure enough, the hand was soon raised.

“If he had explained it better, it would have been way easier to trust him. Like, he never said he’d leave the pencil crayons in… He just said he’s going to poke holes in the bag! If he had told us more, we could’ve believed him better.”

Whoa.

A 9-year-old innocently called me out on my struggle with trusting God.

I smiled at my student and replied, “I think that’s the real lesson here. God doesn’t tell us how He’s going to do everything either – but He calls us to trust.”

“Ohhh. That’s true.” Satisfied, Mr. Thoughtful sat down.

My mind, however, was spinning.

God hints at what He’s going to do without showing us every detail of the plan. We see the holes in the bag and conclude that we’re gonna get soaked.

But God never said that what we can see is the complete picture…

Those cracks in the plan aren’t really cracks at all. There is missing information that I don’t have access to…

But God has a plan to stop all the leaks.

The holes I see in the road might have bridges built over them by the time I get there!