To trust means to walk by faith not by sight, to follow directions regardless of whether they seem to make sense or not, but how easy it is to be swayed by our intellect or our senses.

Several years ago this truth was driven home when I allowed my mind to convince me that my source must have made a mistake. Instead of following the GPS' instructions, I did what I thought was right, and as a result, a trip that should only have taken about 15 minutes got stretched to an hour (documented here if you are interested). 

That was a lesson that stuck with me. 

The other day, on my way to an appointment, I took a wrong turn and was thrown off course. Not wanting to waste time by trying to backtrack, I consulted MapQuest. However, as we approached my destination, and it told me to turn right, everything within me screamed no, no, no, it's on the left. Fortunately, I did not listen to that inner voice. 



This post was written for Five Minute Friday
Word prompt--MIDDLE
Five minutes to free write about it.

Today I ate a really good mango and thought of my mother. 

We lived in a country where mangoes were plentiful. The big ones were our favorites, and we would share them. Since I didn't like getting my hands messy, we had a little ritual. My mother would cut off the sides and give them to me, and then peel the skin off the pit and take the middle of the mango for herself. 

While I used a spoon to scoop the flesh out of my skins, she used her hands to hold the pit as she proceeded, with great gusto, to eat every bit of fruit attached to it, savoring each bite, and proclaiming that the middle of the fruit was the most flavorful part. Sticky hands did not bother her one bit. Nor did the juice that dribbled down her chin. 

Now I eat a whole mango by myself, and think of my mother, and feel sad.