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We Trust, so We Live.

  I’m thinking about what trust is. Is it the dictionary definition – firm belief in the truth, reliability or belief in someone or something? Both are equally as important. Trust in people is what makes this world run and trust in concepts and ideals of love, humankind and God is what keeps our spirits alive. I find it ironic that we so blindly and unconsciously put our lives in the hands of others – every day, every moment without even realizing it. – Probably one of the ultimate forms of trust. Trusting the bus driver to safely transport us to our destination or trusting the pilot to navigate a safe take-off and landing. With our monetary affairs – the bank as an institution; and the people who work at it. How we close our eyes and call the ambulance or the police. Or how we willingly accept and trust the doctor’s advice, giving our hope and lives into her hands – the hands of healing and those of God. But why do we think so much when it comes to more conscious acts of trus
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