These are my two beautiful great nieces at our annual Shaheen family Christmas party. Can you see the anticipation in their eyes as they wait for one of the grown ups to holler “Time to open presents!”
Do you remember those days? You know… when Christmas was all done for you and all you had to do was wake up and be surprised? And you knew that your mom and dad would get you dressed and make sure you had good healthy food to eat. They protected you and nurtured you and if life rolled out the way it was supposed to and you were very lucky you developed this thing called TRUST.
We trust the mailman to come. We trust that Nob Hill will have fresh turkeys the day before Christmas. We trust that a good friend will be there for us.
But sometimes things don’t go the way we plan and our trust wavers. We worry about our kids having jobs after we’ve paid for the exorbitant cost of their college. We worry about how long an aging parent will be able to live alone in their own home. We worry about our health care or whether the plumber is going to overcharge us or if that mole on our back is going to pass inspection with the dermatologist.
As we get older we find more things to not trust and then we become mistrustful.
Try taking a break from worry today.
Rest in the Grace of the World
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.