I was watching my son play on the swing set the other day. We have one of those old metal ones that a neighbor set up in my yard when her kids outgrew it. Except for the fact that it might flip over when everyone swings in the same direction, it is in pretty good shape.
The U-shaped trapeze bar looks a little iffy. The ends are rusty, and the hooks are a little rusty. I wasn't sure if all that rustiness would hold my son's weight as he was sitting on it; I was concerned that he might come crashing to the ground. That thought never crossed his mind, however, and he never did come come crashing to the ground.
That's the kind of faith I want...faith that is not dependent on circumstances. I want to trust God, to know He's got things covered, no matter how much rust I can see.