Trust. Such a tiny word with such a big mean. As I sit here with my crock-pot and rice cooker doing their thing, I trust that these two appliances will do what they are supposed to do: cook. My teenage nephew went paint-balling this morning with his friends, it’s almost 6pm at night, he still isn’t home and I have to trust that he isn’t up to trouble. I trust that my husband is working. Trust is such an intricate balance, if one item is out of wack, there goes the trust. If my rice cooker overcooks or under cooks the rice, it’s out. If my chicken doesn’t cook perfectly, I might rethink the whole thing next time.
All relationships between people, people and things require trust. Without it, everything starts to fall apart.