It isn’t hard. I often just choose to trust realizing that my fears and insecurities are mine to work through not a product of the relationship or something created by the other person. I just trust.
I trust that things will work out; that there will be blue skies even after weeks of rain; and that even those darkest clouds have something beautiful to offer.
I trust my heart and my instincts and my intuition. I trust that there are times when I need not understand or have answers; and that everything will work out and be okay whether I understand the outcome or not.
I trust people with my stories, my thoughts, and my experiences. I trust love from friends and family knowing that compassion and empathy are freely given by me and flow directly to me.
I trust people. I trust their hearts and their desires and their dreams. I trust their actions and their value. I trust that people are honest.
What happens when trust no longer exists? What happens when dishonesty moves like a river through the land, cutting through the fertile soil of honesty and faith, leaving a deep and painful scar in its path?
This is the question I grapple with as a friend asked “This man has lied and hidden things from his family for more than thirteen years… why are you taking him at face value?”
The answer –
Or am I trusting in something greater?