Trusting that things will work out.

Trusting that things will work out.

One of the great challenges human beings have is trusting that there is a force much bigger than we are that can take care of things if we let it.

I know this is very true for me. I find myself worrying regularly about things that would be better if I had used my mind for other things. In fact, the very fact that I was worrying about the event I was embroiled in likely was inhibiting the universe from working the situation out to its best outcome.

Fear is not always our best friend!

Case in point, I am currently travelling in Southern France as I prepare to walk the Santiago del Camino in Spain. After landing in Marseille France I soon discovered that the directions I had been given to get to the hostel at Chateau Bois-Luzy were not as accurate as I would have liked.

Not being a terribly shy person, I regularly asked people I passed if I was going in the right direction. As they affirmed I continued on.

I knew I was getting close but I still did not know exactly what my destination looked like or where it was. As had become my habit, I walked up to a man driving a service truck and asked him for directions. When I said the name of the hostel, he looked very surprised. He immediately indicated that I should get into his truck and he would take me there.

I knew very quickly why his concern. The road up was quite steep and required many zigzags and roundabouts until we finally reached our destination.

Upon reaching the gate, he immediately went over to the access buzzer and called. This was great because my French is pretty iffy at best. No one answered. Then he realized by the little sign above the buzzer that no one would be at the hostel to receive me for four more hours.

Without thinking twice, he asked me if I wanted to go back down the hill to find a restaurant to pass the time. Ten minutes later I was munching on a ham baguette with the three bottles of water he had given me.

This same process happened seven times in the next five days as I travelled through France and into Andorra.

In Andorra, I lost my balance and got all upset about when I discovered that there was a big issue about the transportation to take me back to the train station the next day. In fact, it took me several hours and as many conversations to discover that the only bus in that direction would arrive at the required train station four hours after the train had left. What was I to do?

I let myself get into a panic. I know when I get anxious my temper flares and I can get quite vocal. The more I tried to solve my conundrum, the more upset I got. I felt angry that I could not get the information I wanted in order to solve the problem. The more persistent I was, the more my frustration flared.

Finally, I realized I only had two options: take the bus from Andorra to Barcelona Spain which would put me completely in the wrong direction and many hours behind my desired schedule or trust that I would be looked after and hitch hike to the train or even to Toulouse.

I consciously brought myself down to a healthy level of emotion by deep breathing and focusing on finding peace in myself until the world felt okay again. I chose to trust.

The next morning I was off to discover how my life was about to work out. In deciding to trust, I had even booked my hotel room in Lourdes for that night.

It took me almost three hours to walk down from the hostel and to get to the highway north toward Toulouse. I really had to work on keeping myself connected rather than letting myself slip into victim mode when I had to wait a little bit for a ride.

Three wonderful rides and two hours later I found myself in the village of Ax-des-Thermes, about eighty miles down the road. My trusting that things would work out had paid off and I was now sitting having lunch in this cute little town waiting for my train. I would be in Lourdes tonight!

The great thing about it all was that only one of the people who picked me up spoke any English. Another of my trust issues was eroding through these situations too: my high school French I had learned forty years ago was paying off. I could speak this very foreign language well enough to get by!

The most important lesson from this trip was the recognition of learning to keep myself in a space where I could ask for, realize and accept help from the Universe through my fellow humans. Who knows where I would have ended up without the intervention and support of these kind souls.

In reverence, I give thanks to my God and to the kind human beings who showed me what humans are really made of. I will have to remind myself of this truth every time I complain about other humans that choose to express their lives differently that the way I would!

There really is a force much bigger than we are. Sometimes we need to just get our egos out of the way so the force can act to our benefit. This is true whether you believe in a God of any kind or not. The Laws of the Universe work no matter what we believe… if we let them.