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Trust.

As a small child you learn to trust.

Your parents are there to guide you. To teach you what's hot, or to stay behind a railing. They teach you how to keep yourself safe from the outside world. You trust them. What they teach becomes your truth.

This is how your life begins, it's your foundation. This is how the next 30 years will be shaped.

As you navigate through a broken world you sling trust around maybe a bit too freely. You trust a friend or a boyfriend. A teacher. A pastor. You trust a neighbor or an uncle.

Then your trust is broken and everything becomes so confusing. What is real? Those who you were told you could trust have lied to you. Was it one lie? Was it a magnitude of lies? What is real and what was a lie?

The world suddenly becomes a bit of a blur. Who do you befriend and choose to be in relationships with? How do you decipher what is reality and what is not? Who can you trust moving forward?

Being trustworthy is a difficult and rewarding task. Is it ONLY being honest? No way. It's Reliability, dependability, respect, honor. It's kindness and not just promising to protect someone's heart, but truly protecting someone's heart. It a risk that takes so much courage to do the right way.

Kindness is something that people deserve but trust is earned.


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