Often trust begins on the far side of despair. When all human resources are exhausted, when the craving for reassurances is stifled, when we forgo control, when we cease trying to manipulate God and demystify Mystery, then — at our wits’ end — trust happens within us, and the untainted cry, “Abba, into Your hands I commend my spirit,” surges from the heart.
— Brennan Manning, Ruthless Trust: The Ragamuffin’s Path to God
