Trust.

I have always carried an image of trust that involves floating on water.  I think this is because I am not a good swimmer and every swimming lesson I recall began with the instructor wanting me to float on my back.  I would comply and they would hold me, ever so lightly, in the middle of my back.  Inevitably when they let go I would begin to sink.  I was never successful at floating.  But I wanted to be.  When I watched other people float they seemed so relaxed and happy.  “They trust the water”  is what I thought.  But maybe they don’t.  Maybe they trust themselves to always know how to swim?  Or maybe they trust the people around them to save them when they need saving.  I want to trust like that.  Maybe trust is a gift, like grace.  I want to trust.

Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you’ll have it forever, real and eternal.

John 12: 24-25 from The Message

What does trust look like for you in your life?  How do you live in trust with God and your neighbor?

~Linda