Trust can be broken. . .
Today Hubby had to work on the snow blower. As he put on his coat, Mr. Whiny Dog Jack did his usual whimpering and staring routine, which means he wants to go out, too. However, Hubby is not so quick to let Jack out now because of his recent “Great Escape.” He no longer trusts Jack to stay nearby.
Trust is a terrible thing to lose. . .
When my daughter was a teenager she claimed I had a direct phone line to God. That’s because I always seemed to know when she was doing something wrong. . .which, I might add, was more often than I would have liked. (I have her permission to say that, in case anybody is wondering.) But my insight into her behavior was not because I was such a spiritual giant; rather, it was because I was in a heightened state of alert. She’d already proven to be less than trustworthy so I had to be watchful and weigh all her words and actions.
Trust is hard to regain. . .
When I confide in a person and then discover they’ve discussed my issue with someone else, used what I’ve said to judge me, or used my words as a weapon to hurt me, I rarely confide in them again.
Loss of trust leads to consequences. . .
My hubby doesn’t trust that Jack will stay in the yard; therefore, Jack’s time outside is limited to when someone can watch him at all times. My daughter’s behavior as a teen caused me to watch her closely, and she sometimes missed out on activities because I knew she could not be trusted in those circumstances. And I’m sad to say that there are people I now hold at arm’s length because I don’t know how they will use the things I say.
Oh, Lord, please help me be a woman of my word, to my friends and family and to You. Amen.