Trust and all that jazz

“Trust v.  confidence; a reliance or resting of the mind on the integrity, veracity, justice, friendship or another sound principle of the other person”

I have my Christian upbringing to thank for the multiple verses that come to mind when I think of trusting God.

Psalm 37:3 Trust in the LORD and do good. Then you will live safely in the land and prosper.

Isaiah 26:3 You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.

Proverbs 3: 5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight

But do I really trust Him? I’ll admit, sometimes the extent of my trust when I go to him for daily needs in prayer is a simple, “Yeah I think he’s going to come through.”

I’ll liken it to this situation:

Sort of like when you’re in a group project in school, and there’s that one (or maybe few) group members who you aren’t quite so sure will actually pick up their part of the load.

And then you entertain thoughts of doing the entire project on your on, you might have even already started a presentation, took notes on parts that were not your own… then you realize that hijacking the group project is not the wisest decision,

You throw your (proverbial) hands in air and say with a forced sigh, “Yeah I think they’re going to come through”

“I guess I have to trust them”

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Now think of a close friend. One you know will drop anything and will be there in a moment’s notice to help you figure out a problem.

What’s the trust level there? You know they will be there. You have confidence they will, and they want to. And they only have your best interests in mind.

We are being challenged to trust Jesus- to absolutely take Him at his word- to go when he says go, to stay when he says stay. Oh! May I learn more of the love of Jesus by trusting Him at his word.

Oh, to walk with Jesus more like a cherished friend than a distant acquaintance; than a far off voice in the wind. Do I know Him? Do I truly trust him?

 

Dusty, I’m Locked Out of The House

House-sit, it will be good they say.

House-sit, the puppy is cute they say.

So, off I go to my first house-sitting gig…

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I’m currently sitting on the front porch of an almost stranger’s home (I still have not met these people….I was recommended and came after they left for the trip). Currently, conniving about the ways I may break into the house.

1.Jump Through the Kitchen Window

2.Call a Locksmith

3.Cry

I run to the back door. “Aha!”

Nope. No luck. I locked that one too. 

Dusty, the sweetest golden retriever, meets me at the locked glass door. Her puppy dog eyes stare at me with a quizzical look. She puts a paw upon the glass, I meet it with my palm… Sorry, buddy.

Ok, maybe that’s too dramatic— she does have practically a mansion to run around in there— but still— she must have been thinking, “Why you so dumb, housesitter?”

(Just if you were wondering, puppy went on a walk, had breakfast and lots of outside time before author inadvertently locked her in)

I swallow my pride.

I email the owners— spare key, anyone?

They’re probably up over some continent I’ve never even been too… Their last concern, would be me–currently panicking.

I email my stats professor— 

I’m not going to class today, Prof. 

P.S. Do you know how to pick a lock?

Panicked, 

Deborah

5 hours later:

I put down my bobby pins, paper clips and step away from the door.

(I actually did end up going to class; with the hopes of someone teaching me how to pick a lock— but to no avail)

The family’s family friend (how’s that for confusing?) becomes my new favorite person and shows up with a spare. 

And within minutes, my whole day’s worry disappears. 

Dusty comes up and greets me, probably wanting to say, “What took you so long?”

Whatever, dog. You stick to your puppy dog looks, and I’ll stick to… not locking myself out of strangers’ homes.