During a conversation with my sister I mentioned someone that seemed...um...what's a good word...interested in my upcoming, life shaking transition.
"He's...sweet." I told her. "No, he's sly." She said.
Hmmm.
Oh...little naive child...you are becoming a woman...a wise woman.
I took a few days to reflect and realized how trusting I am. Being the hyper-sensitive person God created me to be and trusting everyone on the planet is a recipe for disaster. Trust me. I've been knocked clear off my feet too many times to count.
Please allow me to share a few recent experiences on trust...
I trusted a Dentist to repair a cracked tooth. One simple appointment, right? No. Try 3 months of 20 emotionally scarring appointments.
I trusted a skin specialist to treat redness on my face. What I thought was rosacea she said was sun damage. Did she treat it? No. 6 torturing appointments of a million lasers shooting into my face, I now have light brown spots under the surface of my skin, and I still have redness.
I trusted an ENT to tell me why a little gland in my neck is swollen. A cat scan and 6 appointments later, I end up with a huge doctor bill and the only thing I know is which gland it is.
Sit tight, I'm not finished.
I trusted another doctor at one of the top hospitals in Atlanta to finally solve my problem. Right after the shock wore off from walking into a Cancer Center, I was assured of how quick and painless a biopsy would be. "99 people out of 100 barely felt a thing." Relaxed and in my best state of mind, the doctor inserted a fine, long needle into my salivary gland. Two seconds later I nearly took her arm off.
As I dried my tears the doctor then shared that the 1 other patient needed the procedure in the same area in which I did. "The neck is very sensitive." Really?!! Even after I advised you my Doctor said I would need to be sedated. Can you imagine the anger I held back?
This had to be one of the most painful experiences of my life and the most scarring. At least during the birth of my child, I expected pain. I was prepared. I'm still unsure which hurt worse, the actual physical pain or the emotional trauma that lasted hours after the incident.
Trust. What a funny word.
I walk around with my heart open and on my sleeve and believe that the entire planet has good intentions. I trust everyone!
I'm taking this lesson and applying it to the area of my life that needs it most... You, oh so pretty, men.
If I could only tame the rebel in me.
Surely women of the Bible didn't go around trusting every handsome man that crossed their path. Like a 10 year old little girl as I do; batting their eyelashes and applying their lipstick.
I'd be willing to bet they knew exactly who their husband wouldn't be. They knew he'd be a Man of God with strong hands and the ability the lead.
I bet she took one look at Mr. I Want to be your "Night" in Shining Armour, tested the spirit, laughed and gently sent him packing.
Life's funny. I still love men, I just hate doctors now.
Before you start trusting everyone, test the spirit.
"You see only with your eyes, so you are easily fooled." - The Karate Kid 2010
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