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Were never so vulnerable than when we trust someone.

Walter Anderson

Its amazing the things we put our trust in.

Ninety-nine percent of us dont stop to inspect our cars before each trip to the

grocery store to make sure theyre capable of making the trek; we just drive.

Most of us dont make it a habit to test each chairs durability before popping-

a-squat; we just sit. And some very brave people dont even run background

checks or perform intense testing on someone who lives over 2,000 miles away

before handing over the virtual reins ofChatterwhile they are on maternity

leave (hi Julie and baby Madeline!).

We trust.

I recently had a crash course in the art of trusting.

About nine months ago, my husband Mark and I packed up and moved away

from our friends and family at IBC, and away from our stable jobs, to move to

Portland, Ore., where we had no jobs and no friends. I wish I could say our move

was based on our obedient trust in the Lords will for us to be in Portland, but

really it was more of a why-not-move-to-the-west-coast-while-were-young

type of thing.

The trust part of our trip didnt come in the form of a destination; it came inthe journey.

You see, Mark and I are what you might call products of our generation

(see story on page 9 about twenty somethings), so when we packed up our 22-ft

moving truck with our belongings, it didnt cross our minds to pack a map

after all, we had our GPSwhich Ive aptly named Lucy (I have a tendency to

name inanimate objects; she also talks in a British accent).

About two-thirds of the way through our trip, we ran into a bit of snow in the

mountains of California. Not wanting to deal with snow tires on a moving truck,

and being the technological geniuses we are, we simply told Lucy to avoid themountains. Simple enough. We briey checked out our new path, got excited

about driving along the 101 by the coast and took o, hoping to get to Portland

that night.

Around 4:30 p.m. that day Mark took over driving because he knew driving in

trac in that enormous truck would freak me out. I did a quick check to make

sure Lucy was okay and froze.

Mark.

Ya?

I think were going to be going through San Francisco during rush hour.

Eh. I bet well just be driving around the city.

Oh, ok. Youre probably right.

He was wrong.

The next thing I remember was Mark clutching the wheel with wide eyes as he

signaled to change lanes downtown.

Turn left on Lombard Avenue, Lucy instructed, in her now annoying

British accent.

Cars were honking. Fingers were ipping. Mark was stressed. And I was

taking pictures.

Merge on to the Golden Gate Bridge, she said while Mark growled and I got my

camera ready.

A day later than planned, we arrived in Portland.

You see, when we changed our direction, Lucy failed to mention wed be driving

through downtown San Francisco in a 22-ft moving truck towing a Hyundai in

rush hour trac and then driving through the one-lane, unlit Redwood forest

around midnight. But the point is that we got there. Although there were stress-

ful situations, dark paths and hard decisions, Lucy pulled through and got us to

our destination in one piece with plenty of stories to laugh about later (much

later in Marks case). It was an adventure well never forget.

The same is true when we trust Christ; our ultimate navigator. We dont neces-

sarily know the path hes taking us on, and there will most denitely be times

where were faced with some stressful situations; but one thing s for sure it

will be an adventure.

So heres to hoping you will trust me as I do my best as interim editor ofChatter

while Julie is enjoying time spent with her precious baby girl.

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