Methods of Exposition: Definition : Trust

Defining trust...

Trust 

Elisa Lai wrote,

"I choose to trust you, to depend on you 

not because I can’t trust myself 

nor because I have some kind of inability 

but because I trust myself 

I trust my choice"

        Trust is the "firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability or strength of someone or something." The Bible says it is to believe with all your heart. You reject your own understanding. Trust resides amidst a passionate but evanescent family. Reigning atop their Olympus, the divine emotions manipulate man's reason and toy with his destiny. Faith and Hope are two siblings of trust. They often weave their swords in unison against the darker relatives of Fear and Doubt.

        Like the sun that daily surges to break the dawn, trust progresses without deliberation. It is faith regarding the faithfulness of a person, principle or power. A flower blooming in the desert, it opens in the belief that the environment will sustain it. Trust is not the probing mind of reason.  It isn't a question but love's answer. 

         My first experience with the PE's obstacle course was the appropriately named trust fall. Levitating a 128 lb. body to a tilting, tipping perch upon that vertical log took many failures. I bravely grinned at others' hesitation. Unfortunately, that waiting row of arms becomes flimsy when it's your turn to fall into them. Even worse, both of my gargantuan feet barely managed to crowd onto the tiny top. I gulped at the space that seemed to widen with every blink, and shuffled to turn my back on the catchers below. "1-2-3-Jump!" I couldn't do it. "Ok again. 1-2-3-Jump!" Still couldn't. They were becoming impatient. "1-2-Hey!!!" Screaming, I switched off my brain and fell. Halfway down it overrode my command and switched on again. "Ashley, you're going to kill yourself!" My body reacted, instinctively bending in an attempt to achieve the fetal position. Halfway curled, I hit them. "Geez! Why didn't you fall strait back?! You practically broke my arm!" I ignored their protests of pain, aware only that both my feet were resting on the ground again. They had caught me. 

        Many eons before this experience, I found my small self in a similar situation. Winter was in firm dictatorship over the community. His scaly breath had puffed glittering clouds until every twisted greenery had been tinged with it. Impatient with the subservient trembling of our lake, he had turned his basilisk's eye upon it. Flat and faceless it petrified into a plane of perfection. The promise of a night skating party simmered with my anticipation. The lights were stacked up in the shed; mum had thermoses shining a row down our counter; and a battered, monochromatic mound of skates basked beside the wood stove. I was dismayed by the depth of the night. Every few seconds I would scrape open the backdoor's chain and beg for the moon to smile before the appointed time. I had prayed and knew that it would come. The only question in my wide eyed mind was "When?" Just as the steaming kettle was about to be silenced and the disappointed blades reburied into storage, the benevolent moon illuminated the night. I smiled at it; God hadn't failed me. 

        The clearest image of trust that pops into mind is the beaming child who beholds their first gleaming two wheeled bike. They clamber on and never once does the thought of falling enter their mind. The father is there, or the mother, grasping the seat until they can peddle independently. Nothing is gained without trust. It is hard to hold and valuable to possess. Trust is priceless. 

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