I've never trusted roller coasters.They confuse me. I just can't get over the idea of being held in by metal poles and bit of science.

In a way, I find this too similar to my daily fears. I can't trust the friendly wave across the commons. It might not be "my" wave. I wouldn't risk the chance of going to lunch by myself. It might mean I could be actually alone. Don't trust the guy looking at you. He might have terrible intentions. I can't seem to walk down the stairs to my parent's basement. A monster might eat my toes.

But on the grander scale, I seek something stable. Something to hold on to my toes. To keep me from toppling over into the pool of failure. I've tried trusting myself. I didn't work too well. The planning got too overwhelming, and I just couldn't get a good grasp on it. Duct tape didn't make much progress either.

And why do we trust our guts? It seems our stomachs are apparently reliable. Our hearts guide us to love. I don't believe either those are true. They haven't gotten movie protagonists anywhere. Then again, they don't get lives outside the movie either...

Why do we trust everything but the Creator of the universe? It's easier to accept our duct-taped-up plan instead of God's? It may not be the one we've set your eyes on?

Well, I would like to start a new ideal. Maybe trust the Big Guy Upstairs for once. It's not groundbreaking, I do realize this. But hear me out, dear reader. He does know a few things about plans and people.

He goes ahead and behind. He beside and afar.

For that alone, I find He is more than enough. Better than my duct tape.