This past week I had a friend of the opposite sex tell me that I wounded him with malice, without me even knowing I had ever had such a thought. I cried and made my case. Then, somewhere in the midst of sending paragraph explanations, I quit. I’ve got nothing but love here. That’s my heart. There is no reason for me to tip-toe when I know my intent. Also, I have noted this interesting pattern: Usually when someone assumes/accuses ill intent where there is none on my part, it’s the accuser shadow boxing their own transgressions, or those that have previously trespassed against them.
If you want to be trusted, you have to trust. If you want more love, you have to risk love. That’s the whole thing.