Trust has always been one of those things that doesn’t come easily for me. I know some people who trust everyone right off the bat. They’re welcoming and warm and willing to open their homes to strangers and I am thankful for these friends of mine.
But I’m not one of those people.
I distrust you until you give me a reason to trust you. My default mode is believing that you will do something to harm me, so you’re already playing catch up the moment we meet.
But I’m learning that’s not a healthy way to live. Isolation and paranoia aren’t good breeding grounds for love and empathy and compassion. That’s a dry, barren land — thankfully God’s the master at restoring those places of scorched earth in our hearts.
Now, before we continue, if you’ve been hurt in the past and you placed your trust in someone who hurt or betrayed you, let me say I’m sorry and that sucks. I encourage you to take that hurt and give it over to God. Allow the light of His perfect and healing love begin to bring nourishment to that place of pain. Let Him in and let Him heal you, even if that means taking one little baby step at a time.