I remember when I was able to trust with everything in me. Trust God. Have faith. I knew I was blessed… Our lives were difficult, yes, but it was good. When the rug was pulled from under me I wasn’t sure if I was going to ever reach that place again. The place where faith was second nature and trusting was never a question. 

David and I used to describe that kind of trust like jumping off our mountain. We took in the scenery at the top of it and were always ready to give it all we got to jump off. We jumped when we joined the Army. We jumped when he deployed. And we jumped when he was stop-lossed. But I took the elevator straight down and off of that mountain when he was killed. I felt like a joke had been played on me my whole life. Or maybe I had no idea what trust and faith really was… 

This month I’ve found myself back on our mountain… and I was asked to jump. I realize more and more that Love is the product of faith and trust… and trusting didn’t mean I couldn’t be scared out of my mind. I know what the bottom of my mountain looks like… so this month I’ve been appreciating being at the top of it again… looking out… preparing to jump… Loving the trust and trusting in love.