The school year has just come to an end. We can tell it also by the piles of materials, certificates, and textbooks brought home. I find our son Christopher’s kindergarten religion notebook. In it – the letters written with a visibly great effort: “Jesus, I trust You”
“Oh, you how wonderful!”, I’m saying with joy. “I copied it”, Chris proudly replies. Does he already know it’s good to follow the example of the Saints? 😉
His work impresses me. You can say: even a child knows. He knows more than an adult person, what trust means. Trust is about letting things go off your hands and letting Someone else to catch. To trust is to accept your poverty, so that Someone else can fill it in the way He wants it. To trust is to let the others take care of you, when you don’t really know what to do. It’s accpeting your husband’s advice when he tells you: “don’t take anything more on your head”. It’s about setting off on a journey even if you don’t know all the answers. Just as you set off on a holiday, and surely you won’t be able to remember about “everything”.
In order to trust, you need to find a child within you. Imperfect, writing badly formed letters, but drawing huge hearts. Imperfect, but loved without end.
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