Ever seen the Jungle Book movie? Remember the snake? I just love the song he sings about trusting him. And he hypnotizes you by staring in your eyes and making little pinwheels out of your pupils.
Is that what you feel like whenever someone says, “Trust me”? Me too. I have heard the words so many times that I have a visceral reaction to them. When I hear them, I actually trust far less than I did moments before, sometimes. I want so desperately to believe that the person is trustworthy. I have applied for some 500 jobs in the last 18 months. I get calls from recruiters, job opportunities, salesman, whatever. Invariably I get the reassurance that this person will figure out how to get me a job. The conversations end the same. I ask when I should get back in touch with them. They say, “I will get back in touch with you, trust me.” I am thinking on saying, “If you are going to say that I should “Trust you”, then we should not continue this conversation.”
I realized this morning, with the help of someone dear to my heart, that I have been hearing that as “Trust that is will happen.” I have been setting up expectations to the trust declaration. Perhaps what I should be hearing is “Trust that it might happen” ie that there is hope. Trust that the journey will continue, not the destination. Perhaps I should also focus on the trust what is happening. Taking the opportunity to enjoy the flowers, the birds, the world (I mean, heck, how cool is it that God designed colors that when mixed make other colors?) and trust in its reality.
This morning, I am having a great day. It is what it is. I am trusting into the moment. I am present and alive and loved and warm. I am trusting that possibilities still exist. I am trusting that each moment will be that moment. I am trusting that God mixes blue and yellow to make green to delight me.
Maybe I am hypnotized.