“Do you trust Me?” Jesus’ question was as crucial to my soul’s preservation as the little Dutch boy’s finger in the hole of that leaky dike was in the storybook, Hans Brinker . [i] I sniff , sniff ed, dried my eyes, and thought Ugh! There I go doubting You again, Lord! In all my fervent praying (and stewing) over a painful, drawn-out situation beyond my ability to rectify, my faith had once again sprung a leak. And, once again, the Lord was merciful to hold back the