Trust

The very word calls up ISSUES

“Trust me,” whispers in shadows. . . “even though I may not be trustworthy.”

“Trust me,” murmurs behind closed door. . . “because I’m not willing to share the truth.”

“I don’t think I really trust anyone.” A friend once told me. Her words attached themselves to my muscle and bone so that I question if indeed I really trust anyone either.

I believe I do. But more than anything, I think I trust myself.

We cannot live without trust.

We trust the balcony we sit upon as we watch the sunrise.

We trust our phones and computers, our stoves and refrigerators.                                                                                                         We trust our cars at high speeds.

We trust processes.

We trust that the day will begin.

We trust that night will fall again.

We trust water to flow into our homes through pipes we cannot see. We trust it to come out of the faucet into our cups. In this country, we trust we can even drink it straight from the tap.

Trust is not a true choice. In order to function and live in the world, we must trust.

When we put the college freshman into the car of the boy who just landed at LAX from visiting family in Dallas. He’ll be driving her back up to school tonight. We trust. 

“Trust and obey, for there’s no other way to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.” A song from my childhood. Blind trusting and obeying. A call to a child without choices. As an adult such trust and obedience seem folly.

Still, the concept of trust is inherently broken. We disappoint each other. We fail ourselves and others. But relationship is all about repair.

Relationship is ALL ABOUT REPAIR.

If trust is broken oft or enough, there is no longer repair, and the relationship is finished. One can only take so much.

If we can gain understanding when misunderstanding occurs, we become stronger together. It’s all degrees and intentions.

We can rise.

We can survive a breach of trust. We may not choose to trust that person again. But we will have learned, we adapt, grow, make decisions.

I like this best.  We trust neither others nor the metaphorical branches upon which we rest. Rather we trust our own ability to rise from whatever breach of trust we encounter. The strength and resilience lie within each and every one of us. The stronger this knowledge and core belief, the more willing we are to trust.

 

 

 

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Thank you to Margaret Simon for suggesting the theme for today’s blog post.  See more digilit Sunday posts here.

 

 

 

 

Margaret, here is the rock that looks like the digilit logo. I found it in Oahu last week. Brought it home. We threw it in the grass and hunted for it among the Easter eggs this morning!

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