The characteristic of inborn fickleness we share, as a species, tends to dictate our low-confidence philosophies, which develop into life systems wrought with predetermined escape routes and guilt-exonerating exit plans. Concentrating on loophole formulas and low-temp caution gauges, we are set to run at the first sign of heat; long before the smoke or the fire. The urge to disengage prioritized in the pole position of our race to safe and predictable decision-making, allowing us to repeatedly get the very least of the best we are offered. “Trust but verify” branded in our brains because we learned that trust was good, but stupid when fully exercised. Betrayal nakedly visible in our nerve-racked memoirs, we’ve shaped our defenses around a commitment to our assurances, exclusively: verifying the unverifiable and assuring principles of uncertainty. We have suffered the disappointment of miscalculation. Is it any wonder we battle against hope when we stand in the shadow of liberation? Holding on to what we think we know; the failing strategy that keeps us ignorant, we stand at the open door looking back and lying about our forward progress. We find it terrifying to trust because we are not trust “worthy”. Trust but don’t, trust but never, trust but…is our motto, but it is trust “and” that a trustworthy God honors.
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord,
And whose hope is the Lord.
For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters,
Which spreads out its roots by the river,
And will not fear when heat comes;
But its leaf will be green,
And will not be anxious in the year of drought,
Nor will cease from yielding fruit” Jeremiah 17:7-8 (NKJV).
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