Blind trust
When I was well over 21, coming home from almost 3 years in short-term missions, my Dad told me it was time to get my driver's license. I didn't want to at all, I saw no need for it, and I definitely did not have time working two jobs and engaged in choir, dance practice, teaching dance and prayer meeting 4 nights a week. But I never questioned him, and traveled by two different buses each way to Sandnes for over 30 driving lessons (not counting the mandatory), even failing exam once (well, that's another story!) until I got it. Some years later - in 2005 - after I'd come home from 3 months in Hawaii, my Dad told me it was time to get an apartment. I had never thought about it before, why would I want an apartment when I wouldn't live in the same place anyways? I had never dreamed of a big house and owning something, and definitely not by myself. But I never questioned him. As a broke student on loan and scholarship, working only 5 hours a week in a clothing s...