Trust the Process
Sunday was an exciting day for me; two of my friends who are Unity ministers as well as a married couple, debuted at the major church near where I live.
The husband in the duo is the former minister of my old home church in Missouri; he’s also a trusted confidante and dear friend. I have a huge amount of respect for his wife, although I don’t know her as well (something tells me that’s fixin’ to change).
We had a terrific reunion today, lots of hugs and grins and you-look-greats. As we chit-chatted a bit before the service, Rob mentioned the title of Aliza’s talk: Trust the Process.
My insides went mushy, my face contorted and I heard myself groan, “Ewwwww.”
Rob said, “Just wait. You’ve gonna love this. It will blow you away.”
I did a mental toe stub. Okayyyyyyy.
An overused phrase
Trust the process. Geez, it seems like that’s the default phrase for every self-help guru and masterminding group on stage today, not to mention the mantra-like repetitions of people attending 12-step groups.
I mean no disrespect, but as word strings go, this one has jumped the shark. I believe it’s lost some of its punch simply because people say it in response to everything.
Had a flat tire? Trust the process.
Can’t decide which running shoes to buy? Trust the process.
You’re going to have brain surgery? Trust the process.
Praying for strength and wisdom, for God to lead you? Trust the process.
See what I mean? When someone tells me to trust the process, I have the same regurgitating reaction as when someone shrugs and says, “It is what it is.” Don’t even get me started on that one.
Because I love Rob and Aliza, I decided to trust the process on trusting the process.
I listened and I heard.
Not surprisingly, Aliza’s church talk had a twist. She told a story about a guy telling God that he wanted to do something of significance, so God said, fine, go outside and push that rock.
The guy happily pushed the rock for days and weeks and months until, in frustration he cried out, God, I’ve been pushing and pushing and pushing and nothing has happened! I quit.
The poor guy mis-heard God. God said push the rock. The guy heard move the rock.
The process that he failed to trust was realizing that he couldn’t take all his steps at one time. In other words, the guy needed to get really good at being in the presence of pushing the rock (or any other singular activity) before he could move the rock even one inch.
During Aliza’s talk, I sat there thinking about my most recent life challenge. I lost my job then decided the time was right to launch a freelance writing and communications consulting business.
The time is right. But I keep pushing the rock expecting it to move. Like the man in the story, I want to meld a whole bunch of steps into one giant leap instead of being with one step at a time.
Why? Because I need to feel secure. I need to have financial assurance. I need to blah, blah, blah.
Aliza spoke about putting aside our needs aside and trusting the process of being where we are. I listened and I heard.
Today, that is enough. Today, I’m going to trust the process and commune with my rock.