A Life He Can Trust
There is a difference between being used by God and being trusted by Him.
Anyone can be used. Power shows up in strange places, in unlikely hands, for a moment, for a season, for a purpose bigger than the person carrying it. But trust is different. Trust is not given for a moment — it’s built over years of surrender, in the rooms no one sees.
I have thought about this a lot in this new season of my life. After decades of building, surviving, mothering, carrying — I am not asking God for more assignments. I am asking Him a quieter, deeper question:
Can You trust me with You?
The room that got shaken
In Acts 4, the believers had just been threatened. Told to stop speaking. Told to be quiet about what they had seen and heard. And instead of shrinking back, they prayed.
They didn’t pray for the threat to disappear. They prayed for boldness.
“When they had prayed, the place where they had gathered together was shaken, and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak the word of God with boldness.” — Acts 4:31
Notice the order. The room was shaken before the boldness came. Something had to move first. Something had to be cleared out, loosened, made ready — before the Spirit filled it fully.
I think our lives work the same way.
Before God fills a life with the fullness of who He is, He often shakes it. Not to destroy it — to prepare it. To empty out what was never meant to carry His glory: our need to control, our fear of man, our performance, our self-protection. He shakes the room so there’s space for something holier to move in.
The anointing follows the heart
Here is what I have come to believe: God is not looking for the most talented, the most visible, or the most polished. He is looking for those He can trust.
The same anointing that rested on Jesus is offered to those who carry His heart — not His platform, not His following, His heart. A heart that hungers for His face more than His hand. A heart that wants to know Him more than it wants to be known.
That is the real qualification. Not our giftedness. Our trustworthiness.
I have walked through seasons where everything I built with my own strength was stripped away. Where I had to relearn what it meant to depend — not on my ability to hold things together, but on the Holy Spirit to hold me together. It was in that stripping, not before it, that I began to understand: God was not punishing me. He was making room. He was asking whether my life could be trusted to represent Him well — even when it wasn’t glamorous, even when no one was watching, even when the shaking hurt.
Representing Him well
To represent someone well is a weighty thing. It means when people encounter you, they get an accurate picture of the One you belong to.
Not a performance of Him. Not a polished image of Him. Him.
His gentleness. His patience. His conviction without condemnation. His nearness in the ordinary, unseen moments — not just the platform moments.
This is the invitation I want to leave with you today, beloved:
Can your life be trusted to represent Him with the glory due His name — not just in the moments people are watching, but in the ones only He sees?
Not because you’ve arrived. Not because you’re polished. But because you’ve let Him shake what needed shaking, and you’re still saying yes.
That is the room He fills.
I will be found among those whom God can trust to represent Him with all the glory due His great name.
Walk Held, Beloved.
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