I’ve learned that I’m not so much a judge of character as I am a giver of trust. I tend to believe people are sincere until something shows me otherwise. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and for a long time I assumed everyone else did too.
That way of seeing the world has brought both connection and pain. It has taught me that openness is a gift but discernment is a practice. Trust doesn’t have to disappear; it just needs time, boundaries, and wisdom to grow.
I’m learning that being tender-hearted doesn’t mean being naïve. It means choosing to remain loving while also listening closely to actions, not just words.
The Prayer Porch 