Knowing who to trust I remember my mother and grandmother singing around the house: ‘Trust and obey for there’s no other way to be happy in Jesus, than to trust and obey.’ I never forgot it, but I also never stopped long enough to really take in what they were singing. When they went out of my life, I still remembered the song, but I never got anyone to show me what to do with this thing that had an impression on me. I let the world develop my understanding of trust and, wow, how wrong that was. Because I hadn’t been taught to trust with all my heart, I was left to determine trust in my head. I didn’t see the logic in trusting in the Big Fella. I couldn’t see, touch and hear him so how could I possibly put all my trust in him? I wasn’t even sure he was for real for a lot of my early life.