Sitting on the pillion of my husband’s Royal Enfield, I took in the familiar chaos of a Mumbai road: People darting across, vehicles honking, roadwork on both sides.
My eyes drifted to the shops lining the roadside. I didn’t notice the sharp rise ahead where tar met concrete.
Our Enfield hit it, jerked, lost balance, and began falling to the left.
Instantly, my stomach knotted. From somewhere deep within, a line rose up: He will give His angels charge over you.
Then, impossibly, the tipping bike was lifted. I watched in shock as my husband pulled a 100-kilogram machine upright mid-fall.
He wheeled the bike to the side of the road.
For a moment, neither of us said a word.
“How did you pull it back up?” I asked, my heart still pounding.
He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know,” he said.
As I stood there, still stunned, that line from Psalm 91 kept echoing inside me.
It had risen up unbidden — reassurance before fear could take hold.
When trust wasn’t easy
I didn’t always recognize His hand in my life. Fear came easily, especially after my son was born.
When he was in kindergarten, the school park with its slides and swings scared me. So did Sports Day and field trips. Any place where I wasn’t with him became a playground for my what ifs.
When the school picnic came round, I didn’t sign him up.
A friend called that evening. I told her I wasn’t sending my son for the picnic. She already knew why.
I will never forget the sound of her voice, or the thump in my chest, when she said, “Vel, God loves your son more than you do. You need to trust Him.”
I knew she was right. But knowing didn’t make letting go any easier.
At the heart of my struggle was a question I felt ashamed to say out loud: Could I really trust God with my son?
I didn’t sleep well that night.
I told her this the next day. That was when she pointed me to Psalm 91.
Learning to rely on Him
When I first read this psalm, I was skeptical. He will keep me safe from all hidden dangers? Really?
The truth was, deep down I was afraid of the Father.
I had made too many mistakes in my life. Failed too often. Why would He care enough to protect me?
But as I read and re-read this psalm, especially its opening lines, something shifted.
Whoever goes to the Lord for safety,
Psalm 91: 1-2 (GNT)
whoever remains under the protection of the Almighty,
can say to him,
“You are my defender and protector.
You are my God; in you I trust.”
The truth struck me hard: I was the one keeping my distance. Not Him.
With unsteady steps, I moved from fear toward trust.
It wasn’t easy. It took time — moving from anxiety about slides and swings to drawing on His Word in the face of a fall.
And I’m still learning. Still fighting doubt. Still discovering what it means to love Him and be loved.
Perhaps you too are on that same journey. Learning, questioning, holding back in some places, stepping forward in others.
Trust takes time. And it often begins in turning toward Him without pretense, with all our questions and doubts, just as we are.
In faith,
Hi Vel
Praise and thanks be to God for lifting you and Brenden up and saving you’ll from injury. What you wrote about trusting Him and leaving it to Him, letting go..I too felt the same about going to Him in the first place, the fact that He is, was and will always be there, ever faithful, ever transforming. Praise God.
Amen! Thanks be to God for drawing us to Him!
Reading this felt like looking into a mirror. Am I brave enough to trust him fully?
Thank you for reminding us always in your own ways, how wonderful God is!
Praise the Lord! ????
Thank you for your kind words, Vrishali. Praise God, truly.