I’m sitting here at my desk, looking out into the lush green trees in the woods of our back yard. Amazingly in the heat of summer, there is a gentle breeze blowing. I sit and stare out, drinking it all in.

But what is this? There on a thin, bare branch, something catches my eye. It’s a tiny squirrel, stretched out on the branch, tail dangling and blowing in the breeze. His head is lying on the branch and his little legs are…can they be?…yes, hanging on either side of the branch. He’s asleep!

I watch as he occasionally twitches in his sleep and brings a leg up toward the branch but as he drifts back to sleep, the leg slowly falls back down. He’s at total rest. He completely trusts that branch to hold him up, 40 feet above the ground.

What a rebuke this is to me! How many times has God asked me to rest in Him? Trust Him? Abandon my cares to Him? And how many times have I been too afraid to do that? A lot!