What is your Trust Quotient?

When someone says, “Trust me.” what comes to your mind?  Trust is an endangered species in the human psyche. I have met a few people who seem to trust regardless of how people have treated them. This shows me that it is a decision, and can only be sustained by a spirit of forgiveness. Distrust is an instinctual reaction to wounding, betrayal, violation and disrespect. Since you can learn to trust, what would it take for you to hand-down fall backwards into the arms of a friend? Like in many human experiences, God commands you to trust. He didn’t tell you how to do it, for in the doing the reward is manifested. The command looks like this:

Trust in Jehovah with all thy heart, And lean not upon thine own understanding: In all thy ways acknowledge him, And he will direct thy paths. (Proverbs 3:5-6)

I believe you can learn to trust, but it will not come through an intellectual pursuit. Trust is a function of the spirit and not the brain. What kind of a life would you have if you learned to trust? When I was very young, I began to realize that I did not trust anyone but myself. This means that I wanted to determine my destiny but somehow kept tripping myself.

It was a cool mountain summer day. School was out and my family went to spend the day with friends. I loved playing with my friends and had loads of fun. Among other things that day, my brother and I were riding a bike down a hill. This was really fun until the third time. I came up with a brilliant idea. Instead of keeping my legs and feet stretched out to keep my feet away from the spokes on the wheel, I decided to rest my heels on the axle where the nuts hold the wheel to the bike frame.

As we started down the hill we gained speed fast and it was exciting. But in an instant, my left heel got caught in the spokes. I screamed as my heel was being chewed up through my tennis shoes. Crying and screaming I was carried into the bathroom and placed in the bathtub where my could run water over my heel to cleanse the wound. I remembered thinking and then saying, “I don’t need stitches. I don’t want to go to the doctor.” I did not want stitches. I wanted to be left alone and heal on my own without an emergency room visit. As my parents looked at the tear in my heel they knew the best thing for me was to go to the hospital, but I did not have a say. The tear was so deep that they could see the tendons. After arriving in the emergency room, the doctor comes in and begins his work. Why is it that doctors push and pull the skin where it hurts most? I could only think of the pain. Even the shots of Novocain did not work because there was not enough skin available to deaden. (At least that is what he said…) I had to endure the pain through all ten stitches.
Today I still have a scar on my left heel. I remember being angry about being forced to endure that pain. I wanted to determine my future in that moment but I was helpless to do so. I needed stitches but I did not want them.
I remember having to learn that I could not survive without my parents providing for me. This being a lesson of life and a consternation of my heart, that my survival was not dependent on me.
This is one of the deepest and strongest desires we encounter… self-survival and self-sufficiency. I can take care of myself. Let me live life the way I want. These desires can also say “I don’t want to need anyone.” Therefore as a child I interpreted the care from my parents as bad for me but in reality it was the best thing for me. The events of life are given to you to break this deep emotional river that runs with pride.
As a baby you began dealing with this reality. Why did you cry when you were hungry? A baby knows when it is hungry. As a grandparent now, it is amazing to me to see just how young a child seems to know what it does and does not want. As a baby you know you cannot feed yourself. Mom or dad does not walk by the bedroom door and throw a bottle in your crib. Sometimes your cries became louder and more intense if your hunger is not met soon enough.  And yet they still feed you in the most loving way. Mom holds you close to her heart and feeds you from her own living tissue. In this life experience, you can almost hear her saying “I love you and I will give myself for all that you need for life and growth.” Trust is being learned even when you cannot logically understand a reason for it.
My decision to respond or react to the events and circumstances in life are very important to my perceptions that help form my belief system, but I am not the source. I am not the originator and creator of the world I was born into. I observe the universe and enjoy the Sun, the Moon and the Stars, but I cannot call them by name or do I know how to reach them. I have seen them through a telescope and been amazed at pictures of the massive universe that the Hubble Telescope gives us.
Then I began to realize that there is a process to life. That the heavens are proclaiming the glory of God and the earth is showing his handiwork. (Psalm 19) I realized this in my heart a long time before this came into my conscious thought. God speaks to everyone on earth every day. He is speaking to you right now. As you are reading this and I am writing this, God is saying, “I gave you the knowledge and wisdom to have a written language, and just like the alphabet of your language has a designer, so I have designed a way to communicate who I am and share my love to you in a letter from my heart called ‘The Holy Bible.’” Somehow deep down you will know these things. Will you trust Him?
He was the only one present when He created the heavens and the earth. No human was there to evaluate how he created…and God was the only one there when he scooped the dirt into his hands and formed man and then breathed his own breath into Adam. He deserves your trust and your praise. Why believe those “smart” people who were not there?
King Solomon says, “Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, and lean not to your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and he will direct your paths.” (Proverbs 3:5-6) I am learning to trust, how about you?

Like a Great Grandfather in the faith said recently, “What a man believes rules him. A man does not rule his beliefs.”

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