Trust is a part of normal human nature. It is a precious component of being human, and it is the bedrock for love and affection. Contrary to what may be commonly held, trust is common. It is warmth and politeness that is more rare in society, perhaps more so these days.

When we get a first impression of someone, there is an implicit trust of it usually on our part. Or when we meet someone new, and they seem kind, the default is to trust that they are genuine, even when our guts say otherwise.

For it is the nature of man to trust.

Society wouldn’t be if trust wasn’t present. The Lord is holy trust, and we were designed to work in the light of it.

Still, in our broken and fragile humanity, when we are aware of trust, or conscious of our own, there can be the dread of it being the death of our hope.

Especially when we feel falsely responsible for the end of connections with people.

To lose trust, or to be the reason someone loses trust in you, even if that loss is a lie acted in deception — it is a sure sword to the heart of trust in the self.

To be guilty when not guilty, to be wounded when you wounded not, to be held to blame by projected lies and false mirroring often leads one to kill their own flame. The very light of God in their own soul.

Naturally, those who care hold the blame, though blameless. They are the bearers of silent soul crimes of deception and of being forsaken even when the other is present.

They carry the dead weight of past connections where the blame for the failure was surely and solely not theirs.

To be near though treated as far, to be treated as lost though present, to be spoken to framed as the other person’s broken and tattered identity and pain is to be made to fit into a prison cell when you were meant to be frameless.

You were made to be a holy and grand world where God kisses the ground of your feet and invites you to “remove the sandals from your feet, for where you stand is holy ground.”

To choose to stay on the cross that others are worthy of, or inflict on themselves, when we were made free forever by the Lamb of God, is to live as if he didn’t die for all at all.

To consign our fates to the unjust punishments others forged for us is needless, and serves no good for ourselves and others, especially others that truly care about us.

We must learn to come off of the cross of their machinations, mockeries, and their projected and scapegoated shame.

We must die to their identity for us. Where we are the personification of their abuse and blatant rejection of self-responsibility.

We are not their saviors, we were their distraction.

We are not their shadow, we were their god, a god they tried to form into the likeness of their infernal misery that they won’t own.

They slept in peace by keeping us awake stealing ours. To push, to pull, to sensitize by lying about problems just to plunge in the soul knife when the control of the narrative was questioned.

To convince us they cared about issues, and when we were entrapped in forced dialogue to belittle and own nothing… is the death.

Such people and spirits are the throat of the devil. The one who spawns chaos to distract from the chaos within.

To destroy peace, joy, the trust in the integrity of true goodness, to always ask for validation when it is not deserved, ergo false praise, is to live the curse of the ashes, the living death.

To choose to be this way is to crawl on the belly and eat dust forever.

There is another way.

That way also includes justice for the wronged, the ones in whom no iniquity is found by the eyes of the one who searches the earth for ones to help.

To live in the Way. To live in the Truth and Trust. To live in the Light and Life.

To live in the one who prevailed against the aforementioned hell, who went through, and rose again. Heaven’s own NO against the death. Heaven’s ENOUGH against the death.

Chain breaker, Redeemer, Healer, and the eternal one who calls to our souls by name.

His way is holy, Through the waters the people of God passed through away from the kingdom of the death.

To his kindness we have appealed, and our cause was heard on high. The ear of the Lord turned to us in our distresses and redeemed our lives from impossible situations, and have escapes only possible through him.

Forever may we remember the Love and deliverance of Christ Jesus, our Lord and God, for among the gods of men, none are like him, and none of them breath.

He is the embrace of life, and the destroyer of the death eternally.

Blessings.