Who do I trust? What is trust? Why do I trust anybody anyway?
I think we trust people for several reasons: We have found them faithful in the past; we love them and our trust is an extension of our love; or we are desperate, because the world is amorphous and we like something solid to put our back against.
Who do I Trust?
I trust my husband--not to shut the door or turn off the light or put away the popcorn oil--but I trust him to love me, to help me when I need it and not to tell me how stupid I am if I turn left instead of right or lock my keys in the car or forget to put away the popcorn oil.
I trust my parents, because through the years I have watched them live out all the faith they taught me, reaching out, sharing: their home, their substance, their time. I’ve never questioned their love; there was never any need to.
I trust my children and grandchildren to live right, because I love them too much to lose them to life’s chaos, and I have seen ample evidence that their hearts are in the right place and that their feet are on the right path…even if they are dancing wildly all over it.
I trust my God, not to keep me from every inconvenience, but to steady my step, lift up my head, and take care of eternity when this is all over.
That’s why I woke up singing.
Our Sunday Scribblings prompt was Trust.