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Trust Series Continues – Is Trust Shattered or Sacred?

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The Trust Series Continues:

Is Trust Shattered or Sacred? If you have not been reading along with us, I recommend you click the follow links and read the previous posts, otherwise, this post will not make sense:

The Easter 2017 Trust Series:

And there are links to the entire Trust Series at the bottom of the post so you can join us on learning about trust, why it is important, and how to grow healthy trust.

Ok, on to today’s story –

An Obsession

I have become obsessed with escaping the confines of this cave, and. . . you . . . and running to talk to Mary.

You are so conservative, cautious, and controlled. So spiritual, and trusting.

I on the other hand seek the truth. To accomplish that I want to talk to Mary and see what she says. If I were honest, I’m embarrassed we slunk away from the tomb that day. Do you realize that while we snuck back along the stream to the safety of the cave, Mary talked to Jesus?

Why didn’t we have the courage to stay?

Why don’t I have the courage to voice these things out loud to you?

Maybe I don’t trust you enough.

I certainly don’t trust myself.

And apparently, I don’t trust Jesus enough.

I know we prayed, but I still want to see Him for myself. And if I can’t, I want to talk to someone who did.

But even if I talk to her, I may not believe her.

What is wrong with me?

Why am I so confused?

I’m not afraid of facing the soldiers if Jesus is alive. But how am I supposed to find out?

You say pray and wait.

I say pray and act. And that is what I’m going to do. Somehow, I have to figure out a way to get out of here without anyone noticing. Especially you. Then I can find my way to where Mary and the others are hiding and get some answers.

Play It Cool

The women have started to prepare the evening meal. I’ll help so nothing seems unusual.

Taking an onion, I start to chop. Tears come as I contemplate how to get past the men at the mouth of the main cave. Maybe I can tell them I have to run to my house for something. Or I could tell them the truth and then laugh like it’s a joke. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.

As I finish chopping and pour the onion in the pot I say, “Oh my that was a strong onion, I can barely see through the tears. What else are we adding? Okay, can you hand me some please? Oh thank you. These are the fattest carrots I’ve ever seen. They should be delicious.”

We finish the preparations and the meal is left to simmer. I love how the aroma of the vegetables and herbs mix with the campfire smoke. It will take some time for the meal to be ready since we have to keep the fire small so the smoke doesn’t escape the cave and alert the soldiers to our whereabouts.

Everyone has gone back to their family areas in the cave and no one is paying attention to anyone else. Hum, rather than wait for the cover of darkness maybe now is the perfect time to make good my escape.

Let me think . . .

As I walk back to our little area I notice you are leaned up against the cave wall sound asleep. Yes! I can grab the water jug and use that as an excuse to go outside.

I can hear my heart in my ears and adrenaline courses through my veins. I’m ready to bolt, but I must appear calm on the outside. I take a deep breath to still my nerves and bend down to pick up the jug.

You moan.

I freeze.

You yawn, stretch, and lay down on your mat. In a moment you start to snore.

My strangle hold on the water jug relaxes a bit as I stand up, turn, and walk out of our chamber within the main cave.

Great! Instead of two men watching the front, there is a group of them. Two of them are talking at the same time, loudly. The others are standing around with their arms crossed, grinding their teeth. I can see their jaw muscles from here. Joseph, the one who told us about Mary Magdalene, stands a foot or two behind the group, with his feet apart and his fists are clinched.

I hug the edge of the cave and aim for the open space just to the right of the group.

Only a few more feet to go . . .

My head jerks their direction when a voice booms, “You there, what are you doing?”

My mouth goes dry and the pounding has turned to thunder in my ears as I hold up the water jug without a word.

The man turns back to the group and ignores me.

I walk by without a glance and step into the sunshine.

Under the Cloak of Daylight

It’s so bright after being in the cave I can’t see. But I don’t stop. I know the stream is ahead and to the left. After a few steps forward I turn and hope I’m headed in the right direction. My eyes adjust to the brightness as I step into the cool water. As I bend over to fill the jug I take the chance and look around me. No one. There is no one else there.

I stand up, and casually glance around again. My heart leaps. I think I can do this. I tuck the jug under my arm, and start down the stream. It runs from the quarry, down the canyon past the cave, all the way to the tunnels under Jerusalem. As long as no one is getting water, I should be able to get close to where Mary and the others are hiding.

I meander down the stream until out of sight of the cave, and stop to listen. The only sounds are the birds chirping and the leaves rustling in the breeze. I pick my way out of the stream and up the bank to the trail that leads into town. With a sigh I realize I have made good my escape. Now I have to get to Mary and talk to her, and then back here as quick and safe as possible.

With the water jug in one hand I grab my garments in the other so I don’t trip, and take off at a jog. But after a dozen strides I hear something and stop. Frozen, I hold my breath and listen.

Is that voices?

Continued. . .

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Is Trust Shattered or Sacred?

Continued from yesterday’s post:

Is Trust Shattered or Sacred? If you haven’t been reading along with us, I recommend you click the follow links and read the previous posts, otherwise this post won’t make sense:

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Don’t Trust Your Own Eyes

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Don’t Trust Your Eyes

“I think we should wait and pray to see what the truth is and how and what we can trust. Because, right now, I don’t trust my own ears or eyes.”

Silence.

An increasingly angry mob is stunned into utter silence.

After several moments a child whimpers in the dark. Those close by shush it. No one else breaths.

Every eyeball in the cave is pointed at us. Even in the dark.

You stand there tall and defiant as I swallow hard.

It’s cool in the cave but a bead of sweat trickles down my neck.

I’m getting light headed again.

All I can think is please someone say something.

Silence Broken

At last the same voice that called for Mary Magdalene to be stoned breaks the silence, “Yes. As you say, we need to pray and allow the truth to be revealed. None of us know what to do or say in a situation like this.”

You begin, “Our Father, who art in Heaven…”

And the entire cave joins in.

Now the hair is standing up on the back of my neck, no longer in fear, but in anticipation and exhilaration!

As you pray I keep wondering could it be true. Could Jesus really be alive?

The cave echoes “Amen and Amen” as you finish the prayer.

Stopped In My Tracks

I first heard Jesus say that prayer a couple years ago. It was powerful then, and more so now. Inspired, I turn toward the mouth of the cave. As I take my first running step my arm gets jerked behind me and I’m spun back face to face with you.

“What? Why did you grab me?”

“You can’t go.”

“What do you mean I can’t go? And how do you know where I was going?”

“I know you better than you know yourself.”

“No you don’t.”

“You were going to try to find Jesus.”

“And why can’t I?”

“Because we just prayed.”

“I know we prayed, that’s what made me want to go find Him. I started to believe He is alive.”

“We have to wait now.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

“We must. The others are now looking for us to guide them and we must trust that if Jesus is alive, He, or someone close to Him, will come tell us. They know we are here.”

“Well . . . we could . . . act as intermediaries between His disciples and everyone here in the cave. That way the others could stay here and be safe. And we can go interview the Marys and get more information.”

“No.”

A Move

“Come on, don’t you want to know? Aren’t you curious?”

“Well of course.”

“I knew you did. So why can’t we go?”

“Because Jesus would want us to stay here, take care of the others in the cave and keep them safe. If we leave, some of them will want to follow us, and that could get them killed. Would Jesus want that?”

“Okay, I hate to admit it, but you’re right. Now we have to trust that if He is alive the truth will be revealed. So . . . what are we gonna do in the mean time?”

You look over at your family, gathered against the back of the cave. Your sisters, both young moms holding their babies, your Grandmother bent with age, standing.

I sense a move coming. “Can we at least move closer to the mouth of the cave so if someone comes with news we can be at the front, instead of the back of the line in hearing it?”

You shake your head.

“No? Why not?”

You don’t even bother to answer me. Your cousin has gathered the rest of your family. Quietly you take your Grandmother’s hand to help her. Without speaking, we move as a group to an opening in the side of the cave, away from the mass of people at the back, but no closer to the front. Once through the small entrance, it reveals a large open area, like a cave within a cave. It’s much darker than the main cave, but is far more spacious. Plus, there are several small children with the group and this will reduce the chance that any soldiers would hear them playing and find the cave.  If they did, everyone here would be in danger.

The thought of the soldiers reminds me of Pilate. I wonder what he and his the soldiers will do if Jesus is alive. He was the one that stood Jesus out on the Gabbatha (Stone Pavement) in his palace and allowed the crowd to insist on crucifying him. I wonder how Rome will react to that if Jesus is alive.

A wave of doubt washes over me. The excitement of moments ago, ebbs and I’m again questioning how He could be alive.

If I could just sneak out and talk to Mary. . .

 

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Trust Come Sunday Morning Continued #6 in the Trust Series

Continued from yesterday’s post:

Is Trust on Sunday Shattered or Sacred? If you haven’t been reading along with us, I recommend you click the follow link and read the previous post before reading this one:  Trust Come Sunday Morning, Shattered or Sacred? And there are links to all the previous posts below so you can catch up and the story make sense.

Let’s get back to today’s story –

An Empty Tomb

I stand here, leaning against the entrance to an empty tomb and watch John stare at the burial linens. I feel lost, and alone. Unable to wrap my head around what’s happening.  Jesus is dead. Everyone here, except Peter and I, watched him die on the cross three days ago.  We came to embalm his body this morning, but the angel man said he is alive.

What could all this mean?

What could have happened?

I am so confused.

At last I turn away.

There comes Mary Magdalene again. Come on, let’s get out of here. We need to get back to the cave. I don’t want anyone to see us and accuse us of not only being followers of Jesus, but now, of stealing his body.

I wish John would come out of the tomb and walk with us. Just being with him would make me feel better.

Are you light headed? I am. And I’m sick to my stomach. I feel like I could throw up any second. I cannot accept what the angel said. I don’t believe it. How could a person dead for three days come back to life. There’s no way.

Well, yes, there is that. But Jesus did that for Lazarus. And Jesus is dead. No one can do it for him. And if he’s dead . . . he’s dead. Remember? Stone, cold, dead. Remember?

Run Scared

Come on. Let’s go back following the little stream that runs from of the bottom of the quarry. We shouldn’t run into any people that way and hopefully if we do, they won’t question why we’re there.

The going is much slower following the stream because there is no trail. We work our way through the wild olive and apricot trees, past a picturesque meadow where two deer peacefully graze. The bubbling stream washes away a bit of my fear. But the despair grows. I don’t know who or what to trust. I’m as lost as the leaf floating in the stream beside me. I thought Jesus was the hope for all people. But they murdered him. And now…nothing makes sense.

We walk along in silence.

At last we make our way back to the cave and go inside.

A few more of Jesus’ followers have found the cave and seek safety.

I can’t help but wonder, is it safety in numbers, or ease for large scale slaughter by Roman soldiers.

I’m in a fine state of mine.

Oh look, is that your cousin?

Yes, I thought so.

Let’s go talk to her.

Intruder!

As we work our way toward your cousin there’s a commotion behind us. Someone’s at the mouth of the cave yelling. Great, they’ve found us!

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There’s a mass push of bodies farther into the darkest areas. You and I reach your cousin and we all scurry like rats up against a wall.

Above the noise I hear the word “Alive”.

Straining to listen, I hear it again, “Alive“.

I belt out, “Everyone please! Quite! Let the man speak!”

Out of breath from running Phillip of Tarsus declares, “Jesus is alive! Mary Magdalene saw Him!

A collective gasp echoes against the cool walls of the cave.

From somewhere in the back comes a loud “No! I don’t believe it.”

And, “It’s a ploy to get us to leave the cave so they can kill us!”

“He’s dead. We watched it. Remember?”

“I’m not going out there to be crucified like they did him!”

All through the crowd you can hear “ya”, “yes”, “he’s dead”. You almost smell the anger build.

What Can We Trust?

Oh great, there it is again – the unbelievable news. At this point I don’t trust any of this myself. Even after witnessing the scene at the tomb. But I know I have to say something to stop the growing trend.

“Wait! Hear him out. I think there may be more truth to this than any of us can imagine.” After the crowd has quieted some, “Ok, Phillip, please, go on.”

“Thank you. The two Mary’s ran back to tell us that Jesus’ body was missing”

Another collective gasp, followed by whispers.

“Shush, let him talk.”

“Peter and John ran back to the tomb with her and saw the empty burial linens. They left, she stayed. She turned to leave and a man there asked why she was crying, who she was looking for. She was embarrassed that a stranger had seen her crying so she didn’t turn to look at him, but asked, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.” Then, supposedly, Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She says she turned and saw it was him! He wouldn’t let her touch him, but she says he was alive, not a spirit, not a ghost. He sent her back to tell the disciples he is alive and will come to them soon.”

Someone from the back of the cave clears their throat and says, “Sure. Whatever.”

Someone else cried, “Lies! Stone her!”

Murmurs work their way through the crowd.

Don’t Make Me Do It

I look at you and shake my head, stammering “Should. . .should we tell them. . .what the angel said?”

“Yes, you’re right, we have to. You do it.  They know you.”

You yell into the crowd, “Listen, I said Listen! I think this may be true. . . My friend here and I went with the women this morning, including Mary Magdalene, to anoint Jesus’ body for burial . . . but it wasn’t there. (The crowd gasps again and whispers erupt.) Then, and I know this is going to sound strange, it still is to me, and we witnessed it. . . two angels appeared. One of them said, “Why are you looking for the living among the dead?”

Stunned Silence

Silence.

“We were, no, are, very confused. . . and frankly. . . I’m embarrassed to say, we slunk away and hid out of fear and confusion. But now, (sigh) maybe. . .there is some truth to this. Did Jesus not tell us while he was in Galilee:  The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified, and on the third day be raised again”.

The crowd murmurs.

“Rather than over react, I think we need to wait and pray, and see what happens. The truth will be revealed if he is alive. Through prayer we will be shown who and what we can trust. Because, right now, I don’t trust my own ears or my own eyes.”

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Trust Come Sunday Morning – Shattered or Sacred?

Trust Come Sunday Morning – Shattered or Sacred? #5 in the Series

Let’s pick up where we left off yesterday, Saturday. (Please click the link if you have not read the previous post and read it FIRST. Trust me, it’s important.)

We were walking in the shoes of Jesus’ followers the days after he had been killed on the cross. They are in hiding and afraid for their lives.

The 3rd Day

Today, is the third day after Jesus died. It was so late after we got Jesus’ body in the tomb no one was able to wash him or put any of the embalming spices on his body. As soon as the Sabbath was over several of the women started preparing. They have been up all night. Just before sunrise some of us plan to go to the tomb and anoint his body.

But everyone is frightened for their lives. How are we going to get there and back safely? Not to mention the fact that somehow we have to get the soldiers to roll the stone away from the entrance and not arrest us!

I’m frightened, but these other women . . . they’re spiritual giants! They are all so much stronger than I am. Plus, some of them are Jesus’ family so surely the soldiers won’t arrest them. They include two of his Aunts, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Salome, the mother of James and John Zebedee, Mary Magdalene, a woman Jesus healed, and Joanna, the wife of Chuza  (Luke 24:10), and maybe even Mary, his mother. But I can’t imagine how she could help embalm her own son.

They are determined to do this for Jesus.

Oop, the others are heading out.

Come on, let’s go.

To The Tomb

The path is rocky because the tomb is in an abandoned limestone quarry. A wealthy man, Joseph of Arimathea owns the tomb. Rumor has it he had to pay Pilate under the table to get Jesus’ body. After they took Jesus off the cross they put his body in Joseph’s tomb. As soon as they put it in there, Pilate had his soldiers roll a giant stone in from of the entrance so no one would steal the body. Right! Who would steal a dead body? Even Jesus’.

It’s barely light out but we’re moving quickly so fewer people see us. Mary Magdalene is crying. Joanna takes her arm and comforts her. I can’t believe these women are doing this. They are so brave.

After about ten or fifteen minutes we round a corner and see the tomb.

But wait, the stone is already rolled away from the entrance? And the doorway has a strange light coming out of it? What’s happened?

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The Stone is Rolled Away

And where are the soldiers?

Mary Magdalene runs ahead of us and looks into the tomb.

She calls back, “His body is not here.”

What? No body?

His body isn’t in the tomb? What could have happened? Did the soldiers steal it?

Oh no! Tell me this isn’t happening!

I think I’m going to throw up!

You, crowd to the front and look inside the tomb. Is it true?

Someone behind us screams.

We spin around and see two men in brilliant glowing white garments standing beside Mary Magdalene!

Everyone is terror-stricken!

We all hit the ground.

Then one of the men calmly says, “Why are you looking for living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen. Remember how he told you while he was still in Galilee: The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again,” Luke 24:4-8.

My heart pounds in my ears so I’m not sure but I think he said Jesus is alive.

After a moment I hear Mary Magdalene boldly state, “Yes, I remember that. I didn’t understand it then.” I hear her get up, “I will run tell the disciples.”

But I’m so afraid I can’t move. How about you? Have you ever seen an angel before? Or heard one speak?

The other Mary is in the dirt right beside me. She gets up and runs after Mary Magdalene.

They are running to tell the others and I’m laying here on the ground too scared to move.  How embarrassing.

I can see the rest of us are looking around as best we can from our ground facing vantage points.

I don’t see the angels, do you? No? Let’s sit up and see if they’re gone.

Peter and John

We all sit there bewildered. Still afraid.

The others talk about getting out of here before anyone sees us. But you and I sit here dazed.

Peter and John come running up. Peter gets there first, runs to the tomb entrance and looks inside and steps back looking bewildered. John runs right past him into the tomb.

Let’s go see what he’s doing.

Emboldened because of Peter and John we run to the entrance of the tomb.

John is standing there looking at the burial clothes. The sudarium, the cloth which covered his face, is carefully folded and placed to the side. The others are in a pile. Empty.

How can this be?

Jesus is dead. Everyone watched him die on the cross. They carried his body here.

But the angel said he is alive.

What could this mean?

What could have happened?

I’m so confused.

So very confused.

This can’t be. He’s dead.

Stone, Cold, Dead.

 

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Trust On A Saturday, The Day After Good Friday

Trust On A Saturday????

Welcome back!

Whewwww!  We didn’t fall off the cliff and into the river below! But I’m hoping you did experience the emotions of being caught in a very difficult situation with no where to go and no way to forge ahead on your own.

If you didn’t, please click HERE to go back and re-read the previous post. Or if you are new to this blog or the Trust Series, please click on this link:  Why Trust Matters in 2017 and go back to the first post. Otherwise you’ll be totally lost on our little field trip today.

Because today we are going to take a deviation from our 2017 trust walk to go back in time.

Way back.

Roughly 2020 years back.

Trust Time Travel

Can you imagine how Jesus’ disciples and the thousands of followers who thought he was the “Messiah” felt today?

Today . . . the day after they had seen their so called “Savior” beaten almost unrecognizable, hung naked, yes naked, because that’s how the Romans did it, on a cross and then die a hideous death?

Talk about destroying ones trust!

How would you have felt?

Betrayed?

Lied to?

Made a fool of?

Embarrassed?

Angry?

Scared?

I know I would have.

That experience would have been like living out the ultimate betrayal.

Walk A Mile In Their Shoes

Let’s put ourselves in their shoes and live it for a minute –

You’re sitting in the dark with your head in your hands. You’re sick to your stomach.

You can’t believe what’s going on.

The charismatic guy who said he was “the way, the truth, and the life” that you thought was going to save the world and oust the cruel Romans and their soldiers from your homeland – is dead.

The same guy you told all your family and friends about how amazing he was, a few hours ago was arrested, accused, beaten like a criminal, hung on a cross, and now . . . is dead.

And with him, your dreams.

Talk about an empty end to someone you thought was a hero.

Stone, cold, dead.

In a tomb, behind a rock that those same Roman Soldier’s rolled in place, and are now guarding.

And because you had been his follower, and truly believed in him – because you had witnessed miracle after miracle  –  you’re afraid for you own life!

Wow!

Now instead of following “that guy” as he talked about God and healing, right and wrong, you had to run from the city last night to save your own skin and are hiding out in a cave, hoping no one finds you.

You can’t even grieve for the guy, that you really did care about, because you’re too confused and scared.

Pretty good way to destroy trust wouldn’t you say?

You swear you’ll never trust anyone again.

Ever!

Rightfully so.

You’ve been lied to and deceived.

Neglected and abandoned.

At the very worst of times.

I can almost hear what’s going through your head right now, “I should have known better! Why did I listen to that guy? What a load of . . .”

But wait . . . didn’t he say something about having to die?

Oh no! There’s someone outside the cave. . .

I’ll stop talking so you can go find a better hiding place.

Let’s talk more tomorrow.

 

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Trust – Foundation Bedrock

Grow Your Trust

Welcome! Trust is the bedrock of all our relationships. Therefore, I’m glad you trusted me enough to come back! We’ve had a very busy month so I’m a bit late in posting this, but I’m excited to take us on our next step in learning about trust. It’s chilly here this morning so how about we grab a cup of something warm and pull up a chair for a visit.

By the way, it’s really nice to see you! I’m looking forward to your comments. That way we can have a two way communication and help each other grow!

In case you are just joining us on this look into trust, I hope you will go back and review these previous posts:  What Truly Matters in 2017  and  Why Trust Matters and How To Start Building Trust

Ok, here we go –

Please Walk With Me

The best way I can describe trust today is to have you take a mental walk with me.

Keep reading, but mentally let go and follow my words.  You are walking down a black dirt path on a lush green mountainside.  Grass and flowers are everywhere. Take a deep breath. Smell the flowers. And is that a hint of moss? Sure enough, there it is on the rocks along the path, and growing on the trees. Listen…can you hear the birds chirp peacefully the background? See the sunshine streaming through the tree branches. Pause a moment and watch the tiny golden specs of dust dance in the shaft of light.

It’s beautiful, peaceful, and calm.  The stream you hear rumbling in the background adds to the bliss. Enjoy that sound for a moment…..Okay, let’s walk again. Feel the cool breeze on your face. Don’t you love the fresh mountain air?

Oh look, there’s a deer! Her big soft eyes glisten as she watches you pass, then bong, bong, bong, bounds off.

Smiling you continue on the trail as it rounds a bend.

Gasp!

The world falls away as you teeter on the edge of a cliff! The river you heard is not off in the distance, but careening down the cliff into the gorge at your feet! You turn to go back just as the path caves off. There’s no going back. Your heart pounds as you scramble to keep your footing. Glancing back and forth you frantically look for an escape. You see a small sign near the edge of the drop off. Hit your knees and inch closer, holding your breath as the cold mist sprays your face.  You’re dizzy from the height as you creep up to the sign.  Grab it to keep your balance you read in bold black letters, “This is God.  Trust me, stand up and step out over the edge. The bridge is there.  I know it looks impossible, but trust me. Just go one small step at a time. I will take care of you.”

Trust Me?

Okay, come back to here an now.

How did that experience make you feel?  Did you get a little light headed?  Are your shoulders tense? Are you sweating?  Is your stomach in knots?  Were you holding your breath? Are you mad at me for making you experience that? If not, go back and read it again.

All the things you experienced as you teetered on the edge of that cliff are very normal reactions when you are in a situation where you have to trust God.

And honestly, a bridge materialize?  Like Indiana Jones?  Ha, sure!  Right?

But, once you learn to trust God, in every situation, yes, it’s just like that.

He will provide a way when there is no way.

I know you question that, but it’s true. He tells us in His history book/instructional manual, the Bible.

So how do we develop the skills and learn to trust Him when the going gets tough?

How do we apply those same skills to our daily lives?

Well, those are the topics of our next several posts!

I’ll be honest, it isn’t a “read it and suddenly you trust” manual. But we are going to discuss several techniques that will help you learn how to build healthy, growing, trust. And that trust will transcend your emotions and relationships, it will effect your spirituality.

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Why Trust Matters

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Why Trust Matters In Our Lives in 2017 And How To Start Building Trust

Building Trust

Welcome!  We’re learning about trust today. So glad you joined us!

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Building Blocks

I invite you to grab a cup of your favorite beverage, pull up a chair, and let’s have a conversation.  And I hope this is a two way conversation, please.  The only way for that to happen is for you to share your thoughts with me in the comments section below.

Before we get started on “Trust”, have you read the earlier posts in our “What Truly Matters in 2017″? If not, I encourage you to read them as well. Just click on the following links to those posts”

Happy 2017!

What Truly Matters In 2017

Ok, on to trust –

Why does trust matter?

Let’s think about that some. Why does trust matter?

It matters because it is one of our foundation character traits that others are built on.  Without trust we cannot love. When trust is destroyed what does it do? It shatters a relationship.

And to love and be loved is at our very core. The center of our being. Even those of us who have sworn they will never love again.

Do you know why we do that?

Becuase we were hurt.

Why were we hurt?

Because someone broke our trust.

How To Trust

so how on earth do we learn to build trust?

In each other?

In ourselves?

Well, trust me, it ain’t easy.

It takes work, time, dedication, and practice.

Practice?

Yes, practice.

So first, let me ask you a question – who do you trust?

I hope you can think of at least two people you trust. If you have more than three or four you are a very lucky person. If you have 10 or more, we will address that in one of the upcoming posts so be sure to click on this link and SUBSCRIBE so you don’t miss that post!

And now –

Do You Trust God?

It was a simple question I started asking people a few months ago.

Many said yes.

Some gave me a blank stare. Eventually saying, “I don’t know.”

Several rolled their eyes and scoffed.

And a few gave me a flat out “No”.

The mixed responses didn’t surprise me, because, I’ve lived life both ways. That may surprise some of you, but it’s true. And one can only speak truth if they have looked at all sides of an issue or situation and have total understanding of it.

I’ve done that.

That’s why I can boldly make the following statements:

I trust God.

And –

Trusting God transforms lives.

I can say this with confidence because I’m living proof of it.

Child-like Trust

I was born into a “believing” family therefore, I had no choice but to go to church.  Every Sunday.

But going to church doesn’t make you a “believer”. It opens the door to hear about God, learn about Him and gain a basic understanding of what others think and say about Him. And to hear about His Son and how He died on the cross for us.

But being an independent sort, even as a child, I wasn’t that easy to sway.

My family lived out faith. We prayed over every meal. I said my prayers every night before bed. We read the Bible. And I heard all about how I had to accept Jesus as my Savior or. . . I was going to Hell.

At the ripe old age of 9, sitting in children’s choir, I decided it was time to tell God I believed in Him. I had to climb over an entire row of children and make my way to the front of the church to tell the pastor I wanted to accept God, and His Son, Jesus, as my Savior.

Thankfully, God never gave up on that little girl who have no idea what she was doing. It took all of my 45+ years of believing, turning my back on that belief, and experiencing life without “faith”, and coming back to that faith to learn just how little I know, and how deep God’s love for me really is.

Not Trusting

Not trusting God transforms lives almost as much as trusting and having faith. We all struggle, even those of us that have developed a deep and abiding trust in God.  We are human.  So we struggle at times.

And the most beautiful thing is, God knows we do. And He meets us right where we are.  He comes to us when we are running scared, shaking, and hiding from the world.  He comes to us when there is no light.  When we have given up. He’s there. He’s the one that carry’s us in those dark and painful times of walking away from Him, rather than to Him.

He is quietly there, waiting patiently, smiling as a parent watching a child struggling with a “Me Do It” moment.

And trust me when I say this, I’ve had many “me do it” moments!

There are so many things I wish I could explain to you.  So many feelings in my heart right now.  I completely understand how we can doubt God.  Because I’ve been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. Trust takes courage.  Tons of it at times.  Far more that is humanly possible.  Faith takes, other worldly, courage.

And that is what we will be discussing in our next post!

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What Truly Matters in 2017

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Our  “What Truly Matters” Journey Begins

What truly matters is a very deep question. I’m honored you’ve joined us on this journey of self discovery in 2017. Please grab a cup of something warm, pull up a chair, and let’s have a little visit.

As I mentioned in last weeks post, we are going to delve into what truly matters in our lives.  We are going to look within to start this new year in a manner that just might make a difference for the rest of our lives.  But the only way that will happen is if you come along side me, gather your courage and tell me what you think about the ideas shared here.

So . . .

I ask it again, what truly matters in your life?  This time I hope you will pause, and reflect on that question for a few moments . . .

Did you come up with what truly matters in your life right now?  If so, please take a moment and share those things with me in the “Comments” Section below.

Ok, let’s continue –

Why Does What Truly Matters in 2017, Matter? Trust Me, It Does!

On our road to what truly matters let me ask yet another question – How are we going to make 2017 a better year than 2016? Especially when we know 90% of us don’t stick with our New Years Day Resolutions?

I think the best way is to look within.

But at what? And why?

There are several basic emotions that are at the root of many issues today.

When you break those emotions all the way down, we most often get to fear. Unfortunately, fear motivates a great deal of what we do today.

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We are afraid we won’t have enough money at the end of the month.  And this is a valid concern of late!

We are afraid of what the politicians are going to do. Or not do.

We are afraid of what someone is going to think of us. Or not think of us.

Afraid we will say or do something embarrassing.

But in reality, do any of these truly impact us for the long term?

No.

So why are we looking at this you ask. Because we are trying to set up a frame work for each of us for change.

Positive change. Real, meaningful change.

What can do that?  What can turn fear around and allow us to work on real, meaningful change?

Trust.

Trust?

Why trust you ask.  What has that got to do with what truly matters?

Ok, that’s fair.  Let’s examine trust.

What is trust? And why does it matter? How do we build trust?

To start figuring that out let’s look at trust from a different perspective.

When you flick the light switch do you trust the light will turn on or off.

Of course you do.

Unless something’s wrong.  Then you trust the power company will fix it.  Right?

Right!

What about the water in your sink?

We all trust that if you turn the handle, or lift the lever in our sink, water will come out, right?  Unless you didn’t pay the bill! Or the line is broken.  But under normal circumstances, you turn the handle and water comes out of the faucet.

We all have mindless “trust” in these things.

However, on a deeper level, how does that word and the act of “trust” come into play?

How can trust aid us in making 2017 better than 2016?

How can trust help us figure out what truly matters?

And what does trust do in the face of fear?

Those are all good questions.  And that will be the discussion for our next post!  Make sure you don’t miss it by clicking HERE to become a SUBSCRIBER and never miss another post!

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Happy 2017!

It’s 2017!

I hope this finds you recovering from a Blessed Christmas and a very peaceful transition into 2017! Speaking of . . . Happy New Year! 

May I invite you to grab a cup of something warm, pull up a chair, and let’s visit for a bit?   Thank you for sharing a few moments with me today!  I am truly honored!

But, Is It Really 2017?

2017?

Are you serious!  How did it get to be 2017?  I just barely got used to 2016!  But here it is. And, like many of you, I’m working on the New Year’s Resolution thing.

I don’t know about you, but for me to work on goals for 2017, I have to reflect back on 2016.

We all faced trying times in 2016.  Many of us lost loved ones.  We struggled and worked hard. Our country was united, and yet rrrrripped  apart by the election.   Some of us lost jobs, or changed jobs, and still others thrived in our work.  Others enjoyed good health while some battled to regain theirs.  We watched as our dollar shrank and it took more and more to buy groceries, gas, and keep a roof over our heads.

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But we also saw the wonder of a sunset,

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Heard joy in a child’s laughter,

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Treasured the mystical fragrance of a rose,

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Reveled in the warm hug of a loved one.

And now,

2016 is a roll-call of memories.

What Does The Future Hold?

We gaze into the future of 2017 with anticipation and hope.

Hope for healing,

For love,

For joy, happiness, success, and

Peace

We contemplate our goals for the year

As we pray for guidance and for clarity of what God is doing in our lives and where He is leading us.

And we strive to align ourselves with His purpose.

But do we know what that purpose is?

How do we find it?

These are all very good questions.

To tie this together, and start to lay the ground work for the next several posts . . .

Let me ask –  Do you have a burning desire in your heart?

Something that you believe God has put there that, as much as you’ve tried, you have not accomplished.

We all have those.

So how do we go about making those dreams become a reality in 2017?

How do we achieve what so far has been unattainable?

Does it require more prayer?

More work?

More trust?

Or is it a combination of all these?

Priorities for 2017

As 2017 begins, one of my “Resolutions” is I am spending this month trying to refocus my life and realign it with what really matters.

Is that more money?

More success?

No!  Not for me.  Not this year!

Because of my circumstances and the odd chain of events that have come down in the last three years, and especially after my silly little car accident, I had to be focused on money.  And success.  And you know where it got me?

Nowhere.

Oh sure, it got me a new career.  Not one that I’m passionate about, but one that’s interesting, and I am enjoying it none the less. Success allowed me to keep that new job!

But what these transitions are reminding me of as I reflect on 2016, is what really matters.

And for 2017, and beyond those are:

  • Trust in God.
  • Faith that His will and His good are truly the foundation of every nook and cranny of my weird life.
  • My family and the bonds of Love that hold us together in life, and in death.
  • My friends. Yes, that’s YOU.  Those who even though you are not related to me, still love me.  Just as I am.

QUESTION

And now I have a very important question for you –

What matters most to you as you reflect on 2016 and look forward to 2017?

Have you even thought about it?

Yes?

No?

Either way,

Will you join me on this journey of 2017?

If so, please take a moment and think about what 2016 has taught you.

And what do you hope to focus on in 2017?

Then, please share a word, or two, or two hundred in the “Comments” section below.

I know some of you are faithful commenters, but some of you, for whatever reason, have never left a single comment.  And because of that, I don’t even know you read these posts.

So today, as we start 2017, I ask you to please, bravely comment.  Do not worry about putting your email address in where it asks because I vow to NEVER share your email or personal info with anyone, anywhere, EVER.  And I won’t be sending you all kinds of email asking for something.

So, are you in?

I hope so!

Please comment below and check back soon for the next post in this series.  Or better yet, sign up as a subscriber and you will get notification when something new happens!  Simply click HERE.

Thank you and God Bless you!

 

 

 

 

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