Trust

I trust. 

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…

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…

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. 

But…

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 –

Am I?

Or am I trusting in something greater?