Trumped

I don't always wear a crown... but when I do, chances are I'm taking a blog photo.

I come from a long line of Rook players (and royalty...but we won't get into that), so I learned at a young age how to play the card game. In the game, there is 4 card colours: yellow, green, black, and red numbered 1-14, and 1 rook card. At the beginning of the game/round the highest bidder gets to determine what colour trump is going to be. Trump thereafter refers to any card that is that decided colour plus the rook card. The lowest card in trump (the Rook) beats any other card in a different colour; even the highest one.

Being trumped on a round humbles you. You throw down your highest in red and they throw down a trump-yellow 2 and take all your points with them.







Trump always wins, always.















I've been trumped, and trumped others hundreds of times in Rook, but also in life.

Love is trump.

It's easy to love people that love you; they constantly lay down trump for you and you to them. Following suit comes naturally to us (and is the rule in Rook). So on the flip side, when another colour is constantly thrown your way from someone, you as well throw down that colour. It's victim card after victim card, judgement card after judgement card throw down between both parties. Until one humbling day... you get trumped. You're shocked, naturally, your victim cards cease to hold any value in your hand, you're embarrassed at what you chose to lay down previously, feelings of guilt, shame, lowliness, and utter absolute gratitude fill your heart. You suddenly realize what you've had in your hand all along that sat unused: trump! You gladly return it back to them once your confusion of feelings subside. Sometimes you get to be the one who trumps; who shows another love after they give you a card of no value... and it feels awesome! You won! You went against the natural man to just follow their suit, and you determined that you in fact chose the road less traveled by, which as you know, makes all the difference.

There are times when winning is a necessity, and love can always be there for you to do so.

So when someone constantly gives you lemons, trump them!
(I don't like lemonade)



Heaven's slice is love.