When old folks in the country said, “Put your trust in the Lord,” they weren’t giving you a slogan. They were handing down the truth they lived by. They knew crops might fail, barns might stand empty, and sickness might steal away a loved one, but the Lord was steady through it all. He was the one you could count on when nothing else seemed sure. They would say it plain from the Bible itself! “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want” (Psalm 23:1). And folks held on to that word like a rope in a flood.

Seasons come and go, and each one tells us something. Spring is green with hope, summer is heavy with work, autumn brings the harvest, and winter tests the soul with its cold and its waiting. Yet in every season, the Lord is the same. He doesn’t turn with the weather, and He doesn’t change with the times. “For I, Jehovah, change not ” (Malachi 3:6, American Standard Version – Byzantine Text). You can lean on Him today just as your grandparents did long ago.

There were days when the rains wouldn’t come, and folks wondered if the ground would ever give fruit again. There were nights when death sat close by the fire and the family prayed till dawn. In those times the Good Book was opened, and the words were read slow and steady, so every ear could catch them. “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” (Psalm 46:1). Those words gave comfort when nothing else would.

Trusting the Lord isn’t soft or easy. It is tested in the hard dirt of daily life. You can’t halfway trust Him. You can’t pick the verses you like and leave the rest. Trust means laying your whole weight on Him and saying, “Even if the barns are bare and the wind is sharp, I know He will carry me.” That kind of trust has kept generations standing when the storms came.

I recall how folks would sit on porches at dusk, fireflies rising in the fields, and the old ones would hum a hymn under their breath. It wasn’t fancy, but it was full of faith. They knew the Lord was with them in the stillness, the same as in the shouting of a revival tent. They trusted Him in the light, and they trusted Him in the dark.

One thing I’m trying to say is if you trust Him only when life is easy, then your trust is thin as an onion skin. But when you trust Him through the tears, through the hunger, through the cold nights when the creek is frozen, then your faith grows roots. And those roots don’t never let go. That’s the kind of trust the Lord blesses, and He will see us through it.

Whatever season you find yourself in, do not waver. Trust Him in the planting and in the reaping, in the feast and in the famine, in the laughter and in the grief. His mercy doesn’t fade, His word doesn’t falter, and His love doesn’t leave. Walk with Him through it all, and you will find that every season, even the hardest, becomes a season of grace.

Brother Dennis