Trust. It’s something I’ve talked about a lot. I’ve talked about moving across the country and trusting God that it’s the right decision. I’ve talked about how scary trust is sometimes. I’ve probably talked about trusting people. But I was recently confronted with a realization.
A close friend tried to promise something and I said I wouldn’t hold them to that. They asked if I trusted them. I told them that I was fairly certain I didn’t know what trust is.
And maybe that’s true. That I don’t know what trust is.
Trust is defined as the “belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength” of someone or something. It means to “have faith or confidence.”
Such a simple definition for such a huge concept.
Trusting God is hard, but it’s also the best decision, because he already knows the outcome. Trusting a bridge when you cross it makes sense, because you’ve crossed it before, it has been crossed a thousand times. We trust what we know. We trust what makes sense. We trust what we’ve experienced before.
But trusting people? I’m pretty sure I forgot how to do that a long time ago. Because people are forever changing. If I look at my own life, a year and a half ago, I had no idea that I’d be living so far from where I grew up. I didn’t know that I’d be starting my life over. I didn’t realize that I would suddenly become an unknown. So anyone who trusted that I would stay in Mammoth, or in California, or at least on the western side of the country ended up having their trust broken.
People have their own agendas. So being close to someone, trusting someone, is one of the easiest ways to be let down in the long run. As soon as my heart calls me somewhere else, I’ll probably leave, so if anyone comes too close, I’ll let them down. And every time I am somewhere new, or around new people, I’m an exciting person, because I don’t really fit into any regular mold. I am constantly surprising. However, after a while, that gets old too.
I recently told someone that it’s better to be hated than to be passively ignored and forgotten. Not a lot of people hate me. But a lot have gotten over me. That’s one of the things that I can really trust.
Sure, go ahead and prove me wrong. I mean, it’s fine. I’m fine. I’m pretty much just over all the false promises. And I fully understand that no one does this on purpose. You can’t know the future when you say something in the present.
I promise to never promise something again. Trust me.