There are a thousand things that can cause us to lose the trust of life, to let slip the intimate sense of hope that it brings, and so, fall out of its flow and grace.

they are the bumps in the road that cause us to move out of the heart into the minds chaotic catacombs of what was or what will be.

The mind always searches for things it can trust, rely on; ground where it can stand without falter but what the mind creates is always a fragile thing. Begotten of the frayed strands of judgment and comparison, it is unable to perceive the gentle threads that carry the meaning of life and its power. That gift is given to the deep heart of ourselves, and so, Trust appears whenever we search the core of ourselves, or when try to fathom the next invisible step, and always if we touch the divine nature of things.

When we regain the consolation of trust it allows us to travel beyond the confines of the mind’s education, to see what the heart already knows. 

Trust is the destiny builder, the ultimate choice of what we will give ourselves to.