I’ve been hurt — very badly — by someone I’ve loved. You’ve been hurt, too.
And since we know how badly broken trust feels, why is it that we choose to love again? Why do we choose to trust someone again? Once we’ve lived long enough to know what hurt feels like — and to know that someone else might very well leave us hurting once again — why do we trust?
I’ve been asking myself this question tonight. I don’t really like the answers I’m coming up with — but I don’t know another way to live.

We build our own prison walls, and breaking free starts in heart
Today’s group hatred says world hasn’t learned Auschwitz lessons
What if Jesus was serious about commands he gave his followers?
Collective freak-out over tasteless shirt points to double standard
Can I talk myself into not wanting great things I fear I’ll never have?
Today’s kids learning they should fear police, not respect them
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
Silence and darkness allow us to listen to what world drowns out