I see a homeless man every morning as I turn the corner to go into work. He stands by the Chick-Fil-A with a sign about Jesus on his back, and he sings to himself. He breaks my heart and makes me smile at the same time. I smile because he sings from joy, and I ache because I know that he chooses to be alone.
It’s been said that if you have one person in this world that you truly trust, then you are lucky. I say that that is a tragedy.
Have you ever tried to count the people in your life that you trust? I have.
I am inordinately blessed. When I write out the names that I trust on a piece of paper it exceeds two hands worth of fingers. Call me naive, but I have been burnt before. Badly. Very badly. Yet, I still think that there is more value in trusting others and expecting that trust than in living like an island, emotionally desolate and without hope.
Have hope; and trust me, people will let you down, but if you empower them with faith and expected trust, you will be pleasantly surprised at the return. Maybe it’s time to forgive someone in your past and to remember that just because people make mistakes doesn’t mean that they don’t care deeply about you. Trust me, you have a world of support around you just waiting to nuzzle and comfort you if you only let it in.