"Can you follow directions–can you really follow directions?"
It wasn't so much a question, repetition and tone suggested gentle insistence. I hesitated before responding because I know something about myself–
Sometimes I think…
I'm smarter than the directions….
or that my instinct is better…
or the directions couldn't really be right, could they?
I'll make a decision based on feelings or perception or, worse, arrogance (ouch).
"Y-e-e-e-s," I faltered, my inner Honesty Police betraying a lack of conviction.
"If you will trust me, if you'll do exactly what I tell you to do, you won't have any problems."
* * * * *
Ooooh, what am I talkin' about?? Please click to continue reading "" over at (in)courage to find out!
Secret Hint: I discovered a beautiful picture of faith while being schooled in a Land Rover Driving Experience at !
