When is the time to trust?

Life isn't the easiest when you're "betwixt and between" as my mom likes to put it. Aka, "in transition." My favorite.

So I will save original thoughts, updates, and photos for later, but for now, here is a copy of the entry for July 21 from L.B. Cowman's faith-based devotional Streams in the Desert.
(how ironic).

July 21

There are three levels of faith in the Christian experience. The first is being able to believe only when we see some sign or have some strong emotion. Like Gideon, we feel the fleece and are willing to trust God if it is wet. This may be genuine faith but it is imperfect. It is continually looking to feelings or some other sign instead of the Word of God. We have taken a great step toward maturity when we trust God without relying on feelings. It is more of a blessing when we believe without experiencing any emotion. While the first level of faith believes when our emotions are favorable, the second believes when all feelings are absent. And the third level transcends the other two, for it is faith that believes God and His Word when circumstances, emotions, appearances, people, and human reason all seem to urge something to the contrary. Paul exercised this level of faith when he said, "When neither sun nor stars appeared for many days and the storm continued raging, we finally ave up all hope of being saved" (Acts 27:20), then nevertheless went on to say, "Keep up your courage, men, for I have faith in God that it will happen just as he told me" (Acts 27:25)

May God grant us faith to completely trust His Word, even when every other sign points the other way.

When is the time to trust?
Is it when all is calm,
When waves the victor's palm,
And life is one glad psalm of joy and praise?
No! For the time to trust is when the waves beat high,
When storm clouds fill the sky,
And prayer is one long cry, "Oh, help and save!"

When is the time to trust?
Is it when friends are true? Is it when comforts woo?
And in all we say and do we meet but praise?
No! For the time to trust is when we stand alone,
And summer birds have flown,
And every prop is gone, all else but God.

When is the time to trust?
Is it some future day, when you have tried your way,
And learned to trust and pray by bitter woe?
No! for the time to trust is this moment's need,
Poor, broken, bruised reed!
Poor troubled soul, make speed to trust your God.

When is the time to trust?
Is it when hopes beat high?
When sunshine gilds the sky?
And when joy and ecstasy fill all the heart?
No! For the time to trust is when our joy has fled!
When sorrow bows the head,
And all is cold and dead.
All else but GOD.