Saturday, February 21, 2009


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.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Let Those Sleeping Dogs Get Their Rest

Our Indonesian student, Sara Lee, is a solemn little girl who bursts out with sudden laughter whenever she catches a joke: "Oh I get it. I understand!" Then she makes little jokes of her own, behaving for all the world like an American teenager--not one of those who ignore all adults with an air of "only my friends on facebook are granted an audience...and then only if I choose to acknowledge them", but an open, "love to learn, love to share complaints and triumphs" kind of teenager who views people of all ages as potential friends.

Turtle is from Arkansas, a state he blames for all his linguistic anomalies, and he delights in tossing idioms to her so that he can explain them. A few weeks ago he had to explain the phrase: "let sleeping dogs lie." Later that day, when he was asking me questions about something in the past and getting off-putting, roundabout answers, Sara Lee, broke into the conversation with a light-hearted warning: "Don't wake up the dog!"

I think it will become a classic around here.