When I am afraid, I will trust in you. Psalm 56:3 (NIV)
It has been a crazy week, and here are several little stories from the last four days that I promise will all come together in the end.
1. Monday: I met with a local historical society about an interpretive plan, a list of ways that they will share the history and nature of a park that they are partnering with the county to develop. I was asked to meet with all the “stakeholders” in the park and give ideas that everyone could support. I feel good about my input and the experience of many years that I was able to share with them. But, now, the hard work begins as they must go out and raise the money to implement the plan. Now, I get out of their way and let them take charge.
2. Tuesday: I drove over the Skyway Bridge to my allergist’s for my monthly shots. On the way back, at the top of the span, my car hesitated and the service engine light came on. I checked the gauges and immediately called my husband to ask if I needed to stop right away or could drive on home. He assured me I could keep driving.
3. Wednesday : The farrier came to trim my horse’s feet. It is just like getting a manicure. He has this stand that my horse puts his hoof on to get it filed with a giant nail file. He has a small crack in his hoof. My farrier assured me it was not something to worry about, so I quit fretting.
4. Wednesday: I went to retrieve some glass art that I left at a local fruit stand/gift shop for the winter season. They close for the summer so I had to go pick up my work. I was pleased to find that they had sold almost $300 of my pieces and even after their commission, I took home a nice wad of cash. All winter, my husband urged me to go check on my stuff, but I didn’t sure that when the time was right, they would pay me. And they did.
5. Today: I send youngest son to the vet. Our dog has an infection, and I couldn’t get away from work to go pick up the antibiotics. I called and left our credit card number so that they would give him the medicine. I had to trust that youngest son would remember, that the vet tech would charge my account the right price, and that the vet has prescribed the right medicine.
So, what do all those stories have in common? Trust. Trusting people who know more than I do to complete their job well and responsibly. If I can trust mere humans in their limited knowledge, then, surely I can trust the Almighty Powerful All Knowing God, Creator of Heaven and Earth? Keep reminding me of this. Youngest son announced this evening he is joining the National Guard. As a combat medic. Trust. I have to trust.