Yesterday a child taught me the difference between fear and trust. He patiently demonstrated the process step-by-step. If you can take no more, you should know we became friends in the end. If you’re still here, let’s investigate the evidence.
1. Fear – He was fearful at first. Who wouldn’t be I asked myself. Had I been him I, too, would have been fearfully suspect of one like me. He probably thought he had discovered alien life. Was I not his first living specimen to speak a foreign dialect? How frightening to see someone so old, so bald, so different, and so … scary!
2. Twilight – Some call them happy hours, others say they are the moments of gold surrounding the sun’s setting and rising. Yesterday I witnessed a twilight between fear and trust. This child’s fear diminished as his curiosity increased. He stopped judging and started observing. He no longer agreed nor disagreed, he just observed with love. I took note. I wanted to be childlike and not childish as I observed others.
3. Trust – He trusted me! Not completely, yet enough to build a relationship. I would rather drown myself than betray his trust, and besides, two giants stood watch over him. We became friends. We did not see eye to eye on everything, but we decided to give it a go to see if our friendship grows.
This child’s loving parents shelter his soul. He abides in their shadow. He trusts them. They give their lives for him. I want to trust my God like my new friend trusts his mother and father. He, too, gave his life for mine. I will say:
My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.
Last week’s battles with fear are history. I hope I learned from the wounds.