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Write the Vision

"I will stand my watch, and set myself on the rampart and watch to see what He will say to me, and what I will answer when I am corrected.  Then the Lord answered me and said, 'Write the vision and make it plain on tablets, that he may run who reads it.'" Habakkuk 2:1-2

Essay 3: Good guy(d)s vS. the bad guy(d)s    Introduction

6/24/2026

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​The Galapagos guides who inspired me to write this book were very different from Mr. Whitewater Real Estate Man. 

The only surprises on our  trip were good surprises. 

I remember the opening dinner at the hotel when we first met all our fellow travelers, and some of our expedition team.  Andres, our Kapitan, made introductions, educated us on the itinerary, and explained his role.  He said, with joy in his countenance, “Stick with me. You will see that I am going to be your new best friend for the next 12 days!”

Kay and the Quito Crafters
Our first outing was a walking tour of the beautiful capital city of Ecuador, Quito. We went to the statue of Mary, high on a volcanic hill standing guard over the city for hundreds of years.  We walked to the town square where a flock of pigeons enjoyed the little girl running toward them just to see them fly.  We walked through the street market where farmers offered their luscious fruits and vegetables.  Artisans sold their colorful handmade carvings, paintings, pottery, clothing and toys.

Leaving a Catholic Cathedral we had toured, I was quickly surrounded by some local women selling their beautiful handmade wares.  And I guess I had an “EASY MARK” sign posted on my back.  The friendly, enthusiastic Ecuadorian women –maybe 6 of them-- began displaying their handiwork as closely to my face as possible, and in their broken English they told me their prices: 

“Angora, only twenty dollah! Es soft, si????” 
“Dos -- ten dollah.”
“You like this one? I have other color. Beautiful color.”

Meanwhile, our travel group waited aboard the tour bus. 

Now, I had never doubted that Andres and our other guides were indeed our new best friends.  But bff’s in action adds a whole new level of belief.  Experiential belief. 

Kind of like Batman and Robin showing up on the scene, they entered the circle of women and escorted me to freedom. I didn’t have to be rude to the lovely ladies trying to make a living.  Andres and Paul know the territory and the traps that I didn’t know about.  Their expert knowledge enabled them to gently take care of this humorous ‘hostage situation’.  
 
What a Difference a Guide Makes
Andres, Paul, and Jonathon all demonstrated such patience, kindness, and, when necessary, some polite but firm reprimands or reminders, plus loads of enthusiasm for their culture and homeland.  They honored us by sharing it all with us.  They protected us from tourist traps. They kept us fed, safe, rested, and informed.  They inspired us to be participants in (and not just observers of) the wonderful experiences available to us. 

I came home a different person, full of wonder, and longing for more of the same.   And for the first time in many years, inspired to do something with the gift I had received. 

Oh, that all of our ‘guides’ in life could be safe guides.

Fraudulent voices appeal to our materialism, or our egos, our dreams.  They can sound so right.  Which is the reason Jesus said, “My sheep know my voice.”  SO, if I am so familiar with my good shepherd’s voice, the alarms in my Spirit should blast away if the voice is NOT his.

Jesus promised that those who truly know His voice and stick with Him, will live a full, satisfying, rich, life.  Jesus fulfills every promise He makes.  Jesus represents His Father with truth and integrity.  Like His Father, he knows us better than we know ourselves.  HE really is THE WAY, THE TRUTH, and THE LIFE—the Trustworthy Guide.

“God is reaching out, asking, ‘Do you trust me?’ We take His hand with a tentative, ‘Yes’,
and learn trust from there.”
(from Do You Trust Me? Kindle,p 36)

What does a good guy(d) look like?
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In an online article, Gus Moore,Co-founder and CEO of The Miami Tour Company, commented, “The most successful tour guides turn standard sightseeing into an unforgettable experience by combining charisma with calm, organized leadership.”
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He listed attributes of exceptional tour directors- some of which are:
  • Flexibility
  • A “people person”
  • Anticipates needs
  • Zest for life
  • Expertise that enhances experiences
  • Good story -teller
  • Self-aware and unoffendable
  • Leader (Kapitan!)
  • Fully entrenched and passionate about the culture and opportunities of the region

The same qualities were active in Jesus.  In the same way a successful tour guide turns the standard tour into an 'unforgettable' experience,  making Jesus our guide in life takes a standard life and makes it unforgettable.  Or in the words of Paul, God does "more than we could ask or think."  (Ephesians 3:20)

With the help of the Holy Spirit, these same qualities can be formed in you and I.  What might it look like in action for you and I?   How might God use us in guiding others into their own Great Adventure?

Let’s briefly explore each one.  
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Next up? Flexibility.


A FLEXIBLE GUIDE
GOOD GUIDES LOVE PEOPLE
Good Guides Notice Needs
memory-making guides
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Essay 2: Who Do You Trust?

5/26/2026

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​John 14:1 (NLT) “Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me.”

Acts 20:29-30  “I know that after I leave, savage wolves will come in among you and will not spare the flock.  Even from your own number men will arise and distort the truth in order to draw away disciples after them.”

You may already know, I am writing a series of essays about what it means, and what it takes, to be a trustworthy guide for others.  My jumping off point was an experience I had with our amazing tour guides on a trip to the Galapagos Islands. (See post entitled "Do You Trust Me?")

Jonathon and Andres, our expedition leaders, exemplified so many Christ-like traits during the ten days we were in their care.  Attentive to the needs of all travelers, effectively preparing us for each day’s adventures. Teaching the ‘whats’ and the ‘hows’, setting safe boundaries, attuned to their environment to open our eyes to new sights and wonders. SO many details, carried out so naturally. So seamlessly. It all happened exactly as they said it would.  And the experience was transformational.

Oh, that all of our ‘guides’ in life could be as authentic as Jonathon and Andres.  And oh, that I can become someone who ultimately will be known as a trustworthy, authentic guide for others.

We can recognize a counterfeit by becoming experts on the authentic, which I hope we will accomplish.  We can also be aware of red flags that can alert us to our own naivete, as well as point out potential predators.  Essay 2, therefore, is about  warning signs of:

The Bad Guy(d)s
“The trust of the innocent is the liar’s most useful tool.” Stephen King
(READ THAT AGAIN)

Those of us who are Baby-Boomers will remember the notorious Whitewater real estate and bank fraud investigation during 7 of the 8 years of President Bill Clinton’s administration (1994-2001). 

In a nutshell, the Clintons and their friends the McDougals were investigated for bank fraud committed in the years that Bill Clinton served as the governor of Arkansas. As a result of the investigation, fraud charges were filed on business leaders, political officials and others both in and outside of Arkansas.   Many connected to the Clintons were convicted of felony fraud and served prison time, until pardoned in 2001.   

So what? Well. . .

During the height of the investigation, my husband, Carl, and I  (both Texans since birth) started dreaming about a future in Arkansas.  "When the kids finish high school, maybe we can escape the concrete jungle of Dallas/ Ft. Worth .  

The “Natural State” and the beauty of the Arkansas Ozarks really showed us another way to “be.”  We joke about how every time we visited Carl’s dad in Mountain Home, the first thing we did was nap—often nodding off in the middle of the first conversations with his folks upon arrival.  And that was okay. This was a place to rest, to not hurry or feel obliged to do anything at all but enjoy being with family in a beautiful, peaceful, restful setting.

So, around 1998, we decided to shop for real estate, something we could pay off by the time we were ready to make the move.   We found a real estate office in the middle of our target area. The agent was laid back, friendly, seemed maybe a little skeptical that we were legit.  But he listened to our thoughts and picked a couple of properties to check out.

As we rode with him to the first property, the Whitewater circus came to my mind.  So, I asked him, “Has the Whitewater scandal had any impact on real estate sales, or interests with all of that going on?”

He answered slowly, “Noooo, not really.”

End of discussion. 

We fell in love with 29 acres that fronted Arkansas Highway 14.  The back property line touched the Buffalo National River property. (The Buffalo National River in Arkansas is my favorite place in the world!)  We financed the purchase through a bank that partnered with the real estate firm.  It would be paid for in 10 years.  Easy peazy!

Fast forward to 2001.  Carl, who had a curious interest in the Clintons and their proclivity toward scandals, read an online article about the presidential pardons granted by President William Jefferson Clinton before he left office. 
Lo and behold, our sales agent turned out to be a convicted Whitewater felon,  pardoned on January 20, 2001.
He had colluded in loan fraud. (Justice.gov)

And we had been told by our agent that even if one payment was late, our property could be repossessed by the financing entity.  Yikes!  What if???

Thankfully, Carl made that discovery, and we hastened to action.  We paid off our balance right away and secured the deed to the property.

Had we been aware of the back story to begin with, that real estate office would not have been the pick for us.

Why did I tell you this story? 

Well, this would be an example of trusting blindly.  Nice guy. Knows his business.  Little pressure.  But did he have our best interests in mind???  No reason to think he wanted to scam us.  But had we known. . . 

Thieves, Robbers and Blind Guy(d)s

John 10:8-
All who came before me were thieves and robbers. But the true sheep did not listen to them. . . . The thief’s purpose is to steal and kill and destroy. My purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life.

Matthew 15:13-14
Jesus replied, “Every plant not planted by my heavenly Father will be uprooted, so ignore them. They are blind guides leading the blind, and if one blind person guides another, they will both fall into a ditch.”

Have you ever fallen into a ditch?  I could tell you another story about the time some mean kids dug a hole in the day care playground, filled it with water, covered it with floating leaves to hide the hole, then tricked me into walking over/into it.  But we will keep moving on. Blind trust.

In Matthew 15, Jesus referred to our enemies as plants “not planted by my heavenly Father” and as “blind guides” who should be completely ignored to avoid life’s ditches.  In his commentary on Matthew, John McArthur notes that “ignore them” could also be translated “Keep away from them and have nothing to do with them.”

Hmmm.  Nothing?  How do I avoid them all together? 

Some are more obvious than others—they just feel dangerous. 

Others, not so much. In the old days (pre-internet) we could avoid lots of danger just by staying out of the seedy part of town. “Stranger danger,” we learned from our parents and teachers. 

Today, technology has opened the world up to daily hazards and scammers.  We WILL encounter these ‘opportunities’.  They SOUND good, especially since the algorithms target our interests. Wisdom says, “pause before you proceed.”  An ‘if-it-looks-like-a-duck’ kind of pause.  THEN, click on ‘X’ (‘cause it’s a duck).  

I am embarrassed to say I have NOT always used wisdom.  I’ve NOT X’d out on several weight-loss app subscriptions, personality type tests, clothing ‘deals’ and more.  And the consequence, at the least, too much time spent trying to cut my losses and cancel before the trial period is over and the big money is charged to my credit card.

One such foolish mishap happened about the time Christmas ads started to appear last year.  A major clothing designer/wholesaler posted an ad on Facebook with some unbelievable deals.  “Closing out our business. Great deals on remaining stock.”  Beautiful cardigans, maxi-dresses, over-lays and such, regularly priced over $100 were 90% off. 

90% OFF! And supplies were going fast.

The logo and images were professional and realistic. The links to click on took me to a realistic web site.  

I jumped in!

And waited.

And waited.

No emails, no confirmation, no deliveries.  Googling the retailer by name and the word ‘scam,’ the rest of the story came to light.  All a lie.  The company was alive and well and still quite pricey on everything.  Other customers had posted warnings of the scammer. I felt very foolish and naïve. After all, I KNOW that if something seems too good to be true. . .

I reported the scam to my credit card company and to Facebook.  My credit card was credited for the amount of the bogus sale.  Lesson learned? ?? Hopefully.

Then there was the time  (about 5 years ago) the traveling meat-sales guy had a surplus of meat on his truck and his boss would be mad if he didn’t sell it.  “I’ll give you a great deal!” 

I Zelle’d $400 to his boss and loaded up the freezer with steaks, catfish, shrimp, salmon, hamburger patties, tenderloins and who knows what else. 

Years later, the catfish still sat in the freezer.  We managed to consume the rest, but pretty sure $400 was NOT a great deal.  Blind trust.

Blind Guides and Spiritual Abuse 

My “life” experience with Mr. Whitewater, the real estate guy, can be similar to experiences navigating this thing we call “faith,” and having a ‘not-guide’ as a guide.

2 Peter 1:3 says, “His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness.”

We have everything we need.  But we also have enemies trying to take away both our life, and our godliness. 

Jesus referred to some of the religious leaders in Jerusalem as “blind guides.”  I have been vulnerable to the ‘blind guide’ persuasion more than once.  Ego, being ‘needed’, flattery, have all taken me places God did not have on HIS mind.  

Following the council of people I considered to be friends, during my career I accepted employment at a couple of places that did not turn out well for me.  In one case, I had a supernatural warning to stay away.  But I was flattered.  I thought, “If this person believes in me, who am I to doubt!  God will help me.”  

Slowly a nightmare unfolded, and I resigned.  I still consider those people to be friends, but they could not see, any more than I could, how things would play out.  Blind following the blind.

The Greek word translated as “blind,” tuphlos, has its root in tuphoo, which means inflated with self-conceit, high-minded, proud.  A ‘blind guide’ believes their ways are right and good and will end up in the right place.  They see an illusion, and recruit others to chase it with them.  The equally blind followers, may be just happy to be included, happily chase behind the guide.

If a spiritual leader begins to rely on his/her own skills, knowledge, charisma, and does
not maintain a humble dependence on the Holy Spirit's guidance in their ministry, they can become 'blind guides' leading their sheep away from God's plans and purpose. Though they are outwardly impressive and possibly charismatic, their ultimate destiny is NOT where anyone would want to be. 

In the same passage of Matthew, Jesus also calls the blind guides out as “hypocrites.” (Matthew 15:7)  
The blind guides likely reason that they are doing good, serving God, taking care of holy business. But their motives are questionable, and their understanding is lacking. 

Some extreme examples of these religious leaders have formed cults.  An online article by Psychology Today lists 50 traits found in cult leaders and spiritual abusers. (Joe Navarro, 2025) Here are a few:
  1. Demands blind, unquestioned obedience.
  2. Requires excessive admiration from followers and outsiders.
  3. Conceals background or family, which would disclose how plain or ordinary he is.
  4. Doesn’t think there is anything wrong with himself and sees himself as perfect or “blessed.”
  5. He is arrogant and haughty in his behavior or attitude.
  6. Publicly devalues others as being inferior, incapable, or unworthy.
  7. Doesn’t seem to listen well to the needs of others; communication is usually one-way, in the form of dictates.
  8. Behaves as though people are objects to be used, manipulated, or exploited for personal gain.
  9. Has taken away followers' freedom to leave, to travel, to pursue life and liberty. 
  10. Has isolated the group physically (moved to a remote area) to avoid being observed.
In John 10, Jesus calls them thieves and robbers.   Other words that might be used to describe these unsavory characters: Scammer, Con, Liar, Swindler, Imposter, Charlatan.  Some of today’s mainstream churches of all denominations may have leaders who, like the Pharisees in Jesus’ time, are puffed up with their own perceived importance.  They will exhibit some of the ‘red flags’ Jesus called out in the Pharisees—like using Scripture, or adding to it, in order to oppress and control people, or protect their position.

The teaching passages are uplifting, but the tone of their message tends toward the oppressive.  For example:
Ephesians 4:3 “ Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.”  (The sermon:  Unity, unity, unity. Get on board, or get out.)
 1 Corinthians 14:33 “For God is not a God of disorder but of peace—as in all the congregations of the Lord’s people.” (The sermon: Stay out of my lane or there will be a fatality.)
Titus 3:10 “Warn a divisive person once and then warn them a second time. After that, have nothing to do with them.” (The sermon: If you aren’t ‘going along to get along’, then go away.)
1 Samuel 15:23 “For rebellion is like the sin of divination, and arrogance like the evil of idolatry (The sermon: Rebels are witches.  Burn them!)
Hebrews 13:17a “Have confidence in your leaders and submit to their authority,  because they keep watch over you. . .  (The sermon:  Me shepherd.  You sheep. All shepherds = good shepherds.  Just keep following.)
Romans 13:1 “Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established by God.” (God put me here. You have to submit.)

Interpreted in context, these are ALL amazing scriptures.  In the message of an arrogant leader they can be used to control.
 
Unity. Submit. Authority. Peace. No Disorder. No Rebellion. No Division.

No questions.

​THIS IS THE WAY.
But IS it?  Stay tuned.
 
Reflection/Discussion: 
  • What character traits would you use to describe someone who is NOT a good guide?
  • Have you ever been misled by someone who you thought you could trust?
  • Have you ever blindly trusted someone?  Why do you think we often tend to trust people unless or until they show us we should NOT have trusted them?
  • How can followers of Jesus (you and I) make sure we do not mislead another?
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DO YOU TRUST ME???

5/14/2026

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DO YOU TRUST ME?
Summers. 

When you’re a kid, summers are mainly supposed to be for swimming.

Every day, if possible.  Wherever there is enough clean water (river, ocean, lake or pool) there should be friends and family having refreshing fun together. Enjoying the warm sun (plenty of sunscreen), the startling splash of the unsuspected dive bomb, calling out “Marco” and listening for “Polo,” or diving a perfect 10, barely disturbing the water’s surface.
 
OR, doing backflips from the side of the pool with your new summer vacation friend. . .

Oh wait.  That one day—she and I were taking turns.  When I flipped back from the edge of the pool, she was coming up. Our skulls collided.  Both of us suffered minor concussions.  Scary.

After that little trauma, swimming pools were less of a summer draw for me.

I still loved being near water—wading, boating, even water-skiing (riding ON the water, not floundering IN the water) . . . 

And NEVER scuba diving. Trying to breathe underwater is both unnatural, and in my case, unthinkable. 
Enter, a scuba-diving fiancée. And he wanted to teach me. I had to try, right???

The breathing went okay, for a minute. Maybe ten minutes. It seemed like longer, and I became anxious. I had a question I couldn’t ask. I wanted to surface. He didn’t seem to understand, so I turned to move toward shallow water and shore. 

I didn’t understand that I’d become disoriented. I was moving to deeper water and farther away from shore. My fiancée had to grab my arm and pull me back.

A few years later I tried snorkeling in Cozumel. I quickly lost the battle with the choppy waves, the strong current, and the coral wall.

Then a couple of years later, I was with friends floating a south Texas river in an innertube. 

We were tubing though some river rapids.  My rented tube had been leaking and was losing buoyancy.  Going through an area of particularly strong rapids due to rocks blocking the passageway, my tube got hooked on the point of a rock.  I was stuck (or at least I THOUGHT I was stuck.)  My companions, some floating in calmer waters, and some from the edge on a gravel bar called out to me: “Just stand up!  Stand up!”

River rapids cascaded around and over me.  I answered, “I can’t!”  It was hard to catch a breath, and I thought I would drown.  

Finally, realizing no one was on their way to help me, I stood up.  Afraid and embarrassed. Out of breath. Weak from fighting the strong current.  I wanted to hide or cry, or both.
 
So, What Went Wrong?
Several adjustments to each of these scary events in my life could have made a big difference in the outcomes:

(1) A good, trustworthy overseer who checks the equipment before renting it out to an unsuspecting aquaphobe.
(2) Mental preparation that would include caution and curiosity,    and/or
(3) A conscious choice to trust someone else more than I trust myself.

None of the above were on the table, but neither did I realize I needed them. Afterall, I’m a smart, capable, individual.  I can figure this out.  People do these things all the time. I know what I can handle and what I can’t.   I know what I want to do.  What if they tell me to do something I know I DON’T want to do?

The reality that I was not mentally or emotionally prepared never became a conscious concern.  In the head-bonk pool experience we were just kids having fun.  As far as snorkeling in Cozumel or scuba diving in a lake---I never thought that maybe a little advance reading or asking questions, or a little practice in a safer setting, would help things go better.  (I thought the NIKE motto was plenty of preparation—“Just DO It!”)

And trusting a person??? People can’t be trusted.  People never see eye-to-eye.  If I ask for help, I’ll probably ask the wrong person.  Or they won’t understand what I need.  I know myself better than anyone.  I don’t want to make someone mad because I chose not to listen.  I trust myself. It’ll be fine.

It wasn’t fine.  And each trauma event added tension to the panic trigger in my psyche tied to water activities.  Still, I loved being around water. Still loved being IN water, as long as I could touch the bottom.   But anything remotely new or challenging  related to water triggered panic, dread, and  giving up before I tried.
 
But One Day, I Tried
My husband and I are retired empty nesters who have managed, by God’s grace, to be able to afford some retirement adventures. 

We recently went on our first post-retirement expedition together.  A tour of the Galapagos Islands aboard a beautiful yacht, the Petrel.

I had travelled alone with this adventure tour group once a couple of years prior.  At that time, I was coming out of some serious life circumstances that had seemed to hit all at once and kept hitting for a couple of years.  I felt I’d been emotionally pounded by relentless Pacific waves at high tide.  I needed to catch my breath, reset, spend uninterrupted time in God’s presence, and listen to Him.  And I knew that I knew—He had called me to this rest, and to this place.

The tour group took care of everything.  For 10 days, I soaked in natural beauty, rest, kindness, wonder.  So when Carl and I took our first bucket list trip, it was with the same group.

The tour’s agenda included seven snorkeling adventures. The travel literature assured us that even if you had not ever snorkeled, the level of skill needed was minimal and you would enjoy swimming with the sea lions and sea turtles and viewing all the underwater beauty. 

BUT, if you weren’t into snorkeling, no problem.  All excursions were optional.  You can enjoy relaxing aboard the ship instead.

So, I dared to believe, “Maybe I can enjoy this.  Maybe I can get over some fear. Or, if not, just stand in shallower water and look at the underwater life immediately around me.  OR, stay on the yacht, and relax.  It’ll be fine.”

The first snorkel activity was learning to put on our wet suits, masks, and snorkels.  We had a short course off of a white sandy beach to safely become comfortable with the experience.

I waded out into waist-deep water. At first, I got a little anxious.  The guide instructed: "Place your face in the water, breathe through your mouth, and when you are ready, lift your feet and float."  

Everyone else was off and floating immediately.  I put my face in the water, and muscle memory kicked in for the breathing part—intending to breathe through my snorkel, my brain over-rode my command and I inhaled through my nostrils, sucking up the rubber of my mask.  I panicked, and my ‘freeze’ response kicked in.  I stood still, trying to process what I did wrong, and what I should do.

I tried again—same result.

The guides were watching us and Jonathon approached me with a life preserver. With a rope attached.
“Are you okay?  Is your equipment working?” he asked.

I said, “Not my brain.  Muscle memory says, ‘No—you can’t breath through your mouth underwater!’”

He helped me through that briefly.  I learned to take a breath before putting my face in, then exhale through my mouth, which got me also inhaling through my mouth.

Step two: “Put your face in the water, hold on to the life preserver, and enjoy the ride.” Jonathon looped the life preserver's rope around his foot, and off we went while I practiced floating and breathing. 

Step three:  “KEEP your face in the water.”  (I kept wanting to look around to see where I was.  Getting deeper?  Going toward the rocks?)  “KEEP. Your. Face. IN. The. Water.”

The equipment check/practice snorkel was over very quickly, and back to The Petrel we went for lunch.

Next Hurdle
Our next snorkeling op was later that same day.  A ‘for real’ deep water snorkel.  Instead of wading into the water from the shore, we slid off the side of the panga into deep, choppy water.  I was nervous again, and the last one to slide into the water.

The cold water took my breath away, but I tried to relax.  “Put your face in the water,” I heard. 

“Okay.”  I tried, but the freeze response had control of my brain. AGAIN.  I had no rope (yet). The group was already quite far away,. The current fought against any swimming progress, and my brain would not let me just float. I struggled.  I called for help.  I got back in the panga and watched from there.

If You Fall Off a Horse . . .
About 20 minutes later I heard Jonathon’s voice call out to me. 
“Are you ready to try again?”
ME: “No, I’m good here.”
JONATHON: “You should try again. You can do this.”
ME: “No, I’ll try again tomorrow.”
JONATHON: “You can hold on to the preserver.  I will have you.”
ME: “No, really I think. . .”
JONATHON: “DO YOU TRUST ME?”

BA-BAM!

There it was.  The question that changes everything.  How can I answer that and still stay in the panga?  NOW it was ME I didn’t trust.  I knew Jonathon, my guide, was worthy of my trust. so. . .

ME: (sheepishly) “Yeessss???”

JONATHON: “Then get in the water. Hold on to the rope on the preserver. I will pull you, just relax.”

I did. 
He did.
And WE did.
Wow.       Hundreds of bright red sea stars, colorful clown fish, sea turtles passing in front of me, anemone, coral, a  baby hammerhead shark resting on the bottom.  Left to myself, I would have missed it all. (Selah)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         
“Trust Me!”
What emotions surface in you when you hear:
“DO YOU TRUST ME?”

Even if you don’t have a reference for who “Me” is, that question can trigger a lot of other questions. 
Who is, “Me”?   My spouse? My Mom? My Dad?  A complete stranger?  My boss?  My friend? My doctor?
Are you worthy of my (or anyone’s) trust? How do I know?  Who benefits if I trust your instincts over my own?  Do you profit, possibly at my expense?  Will my life be enriched because I trusted you? 

Conversely, if I need you to trust me, am I really worthy of your trust?  Will your life be enriched because you trusted me?  How can you know?

The writings to follow will explore trust.  One thing Jonathon made real to me:  Without his guidance. . . without his kindness, his expertise, and my decision to trust him, the outcome of my trip would have been at the least, somewhat disappointing.  But instead, I felt like an overcomer, some deep-seated fears began to heal, and, in the end, lots of great stories to share and remember.  Because of a wonderful guide who had my trust.

So. . .
  • What does it mean to ‘trust’ another person? 
  • What does it mean for someone to trust ME?
  • Most especially, what does it mean to fully ‘trust’ God? 
  • What can we learn from studying the characteristics of a trusting relationship?  What can we learn about following a trustworthy guide to see ourselves really transform into more than we are? To experience wonder, excitement, fulfillment, challenge, growth, joy, throughout our lives?  AND how can we be those trustworthy guides to help others do the same?

WHEW!  A lofty goal for sure!  And I constantly wonder, who am I to try to tackle that subject when I’ve just begun  to put my proverbial ‘toe in the water’ and experience some amount of transcendence into the radiant innocence expressed in Psalm 37: 5-6 . . .

“Commit everything you do to the Lord. Trust him, and he will help you. He will make your innocence radiate like the dawn, and the justice of your cause will shine like the noonday sun.  Be still in the presence of the Lord and wait patiently for him to act.”

So, may I offer a prayer of commitment to start this off right?
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“Lord God, I commit these essays to you.  I commit this time spent studying to You.  Guide me into the deeper waters of complete trust.  I know that, like ‘love’ and ‘faith’ are action words (and not “things”),  ‘trust’ is not exactly a noun—a thing to be pointed to, held, or thrown in someone’s face when a relationship is falling apart. 
Trust may not even be a verb—something to “do.” 
“Whatever it is—a state of mind or a rule of life, or something else—all I know is that I want to trust you more and more, no matter where You might take me. I want to follow You well, so that Your works and Your ways will indeed shine through me like the noonday sun.  And for others on this journey with me, I make the same request. I believe Your promise to us that You will do more than we could ever ask or think!  Let Your people move out beyond the concept of ‘trust’ into transcendent trust in their perfect and all-knowing Father, Creator, Savior, Shepherd, Teacher and Guide-- God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.  Amen.”

We all need trusted guides to help us focus on the task, overcome the fears, know the territory we are in and how to navigate it well.  To wrap this one up, I hope you'll check out this song (originally recorded by Mo Pitney) and posted recently on Facebook by my new favorite musician (and American Idol 2026 winner), Hannah Harper.

"I'm not the only one behind this guitar."
(Mo Pitney version on YouTube, 2016)

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Behind This Guitar, Hannah Harper
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