I waited for you
in the lobby and entered the auditorium five minutes before the service began.
I really missed you there. I would’ve loved for you to have experienced what trusting someone must have been like and
how fulfilling it still could be,
regardless of momentary reactions of disillusionment or distress. Walking with
God is somewhat of “an art and a science that takes willingness, time and
understanding,” as a witty preacher says. I think it is nearly the same as
walking with people. In order to trust a human being, plenty of insight and practice
are needed.
I can understand
when people don’t trust me because I myself trust neither everything nor everybody.
Trust is a delicate matter, and each person on the surface of the Earth has
been given the opportunity to choose
whom to trust. When I decide to trust someone, for example, I am also very
conscious that I may be disappointed. However, I don’t make “disappointment” an
excuse to become distrustful. (I
would much rather excuse people from “pleasing” or “doing” something for me if
they show no sign of enthusiasm.) No, I
have God in my life. As God will ever fulfill my trust, I can risk loving, believing, and even being disappointed. In other
words, I am able to risk living. For
the truth is that I am not exempt from letting others down, including those
who’ve kindly chosen to believe in me.
There will
always be papers to write, calls to make, visits to arrange, ideas to
crystallize, “goals” to accomplish. Publishing a book, for instance, could almost
be as rewarding as are falling in love with someone and adopting a child. But,
once again, one has been given the possibility to choose whom to trust. I, in
particular, have willingly chosen to trust God with what produces the fruit of hope
in me, for, despite any disappointments I may face now or in the future, hope will
always cause me to be alive.
It is my wish
you are in good health, physically, mentally, and spiritually.
With sympathy,
Ms.
Dinorah
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