We had a two-day-old calf die the second day I was here at Mom's house. Its mother tucked it under a tree and left. About a day and a half later, the calf starved to death. Most ranchers and even myself call it instinct - the mother leaves the calf to go forage for food and regardless of the outcome, the calf will stay where it's been told to.
Due to an immature first-time mom, this outcome was death.
This story outlines the general lessons I've been learning while at mom's house except I'm clearly not dead and my mom's not a cow.
Do you trust me?
My immediate answer is an offended YES!
Ah, but do I really trust?
You see, I am plan-oriented. And there are certain guidelines to the plan-making processing and execution:
1) the plan has to make sense
2) the plan has to be execut-able in preferrably numerous, small steps
3) I have to know the plan
4) I have to create the plan
I did have a plan created. But now, in the last 2 weeks, I've been reduced to trust. Quite a dilemma, right? Perhaps I should say I've been promoted to trust.
The plan is no longer my plan. I am not in control and I barely know the next step. What could possibly sound like a desperate, horrifying roller-coaster ride, is actually a sweet, if not fun, relationship.
The Lord does know my next step.
And yeah, I do trust.