An invitation to trust

Not long ago a friend of ours in KC lost her job. It was a fairly new job. It was in her field. Production Manager. Something she was experienced at. Still it went away....as these temporal things will often do.

I loved her first response. Or maybe it was her second response - I think her first one was to cry a little but she quickly realized that Father had extended to her an "invitation to trust him". I fell in love with that phrase and it has taken root in my own spirit. Thank you Annetta for that sharing.

This invitation is always out there for us. It is like his word that he spoke to Peter when he called him to come to him on the water. To walk with him there on the water. I think in pictures and when I think of that moment it's like I see the word "come" emanating from Jesus mouth, landing on top of the water and becoming a carpet for Peter's feet to step on. I believe that Peter never touched the water until he took his eyes off Jesus.

Trust, he says. And it comes from his mouth and lays down in front of us and we can step out on it or not.

I think of Indiana Jones when he put his foot out and stepped on air. It was at that point that the path began to form under his feet and only as he took each subsequent step did the path continue to form.

Another friend in a comment to my last post speaks of choosing. Yes, we choose. Not blindly. But with understanding. Not choosing to make a path that we want but with a discernment that has been hopefully matured by time and experience. Sometimes it is a lonely, personal journey. Sometimes it is the journey of a husband and wife - or family. Sometimes it is the effort of the collective heart of a community.

We choose to accept the invitation or to reject it.

In Kansas City - after God came and touched that place in me that had never trusted him and healed it - I still had to learn to trust. I had to exercise that part of me the same way some one would have to exercise a part of his physical body that had been finally healed by multiple surgeries. So I would say to God in a moment when he would ask me " Ann, do you trust me?" - God, I choose to trust you. He doesn't ask me that anymore and to choose to trust him is not such an effort as it was.

Still as I look at the near future for Larry and I, the invitation to trust Father is written loud on the paper I see in my minds eye. Not to trust him to just make things work out for us as we would have them but to trust him to continue Larry and I on our journey to that place of oneness. Trust him to take the Ann thoughts and the Larry thoughts and bring them into agreement with the God thoughts.

As he said to us at the end of a day of fighting once (years ago : ) )- "You're both right and you're both wrong".

Sweet words to us.

Sweet words to all of us as we look at what it means to be joined together as we are. We see an undefined place down the road and cannot see all the twists and turns of the road that will take us there. Can we trust our God - Father, Son, Holy Spirit - each part working in us according to their functioning to get us there - not doing away with our diversity but showing us how all these various body parts fit together. How all these various notes fit on the staff to make music that is joy to him.

Oh, that our trust in Him will bring him joy.