Exercising your TRUST muscle

Central Oregon flipped its switch from Spring to Summer about two weeks ago.

It's been warm and right now, we are getting drenched by rain that is falling so hard you would think the drops are in competition with who can get down to the ground the fastest. It's one of those rain storms where you aren't sure when it will let up, but you know it will because that is how life works.

The rain will stop, It's just a matter of when.

If my life was a jeep and destiny was down the jungle road, my jeep has turned off the road it was driving on and is now working its way through an unmarked, never before traversed bumpy path. I like an adventure when it's on the movie screen. I like big changes when I'm reading it from a book. I like to hear stories of how someone survived an impossible feat. Most the time, I just don't want to be the star of it.

But, it seems life just doesn't really care what I want. It drives itself on autopilot, its wheels following the ruts and I better just have good shocks a working seat belt and shucks, if I have to wear a helmet, it should at least be cute.

I'd like to say that there is in an end in sight with being able to rest trust, and a point where I won't ever need it. But, I'm thinking, that I use it every day in little ways and it's the big nasty storms where I have to flex it and work it harder then normal. Now, can you imagine if the trust muscle was an actual muscle? What if it was a neck muscle and it bulked up when we were having to practice putting trust into something or someone. That would be lovely. That might be as bad as thought bubbles over our heads. Then we would all be walking around not wanting to trust because our necks would bulge.

I can laugh at this, so can you.

We are in the jeep. We have the GPS out, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, and I don't understand how to read it half the time. We have an idea of the destination of where we want to end up at, but we don't have the address. We don't know how long it will take us to get there, but we do know we can't argue and bicker about who ate the last fruit leather and who's turn it is to pick a song to listen to. We are driving in the general direction of where we think we want to go. We have a spare tire and a little extra fuel and we get tired of squinting in the sun and wondering if this trail is going to come out close to the destination we are dreaming about.

This is life.

We all are sitting in a jeep, going different speeds and down different roads and coming across different wildlife and we all have to trust, that our perseverance is going to carry us through the tougher days and weeks and months that turn into years. When I think about the earthly aspirations that I want, like a forever home, because I don't dig life as a nomad. This is a dream I'm following.

We always say someday we hope our dreams and goals will be achieved, and someday, may come. Often, someday never does. God only knows if my someday will come. I sometimes lose the trust. I take a break from using my muscle and I get discouraged terribly, because of what I have always had in my mind of what should have been, and it didn't go as planned.

Here we are bumping along on this trail, and it's always bulging with new beginnings and leaving behind the refuse of broken things. And like it or not, I'm right there riding along with the rest holding on to sanity with a cute helmet, sunglasses, and bold lipstick.

~Prudence