After rehearsal tonight, I went over to Syndi’s. She wanted to move her room around some. I helped her. I even called Jenna and Tenielle while over there. They are well.
Syndi and I played on her bed and talked for about an hour. For a few minutes, she held my hand. In the midst of everything, she asked me why I said I trusted her. She was referring to this past Sunday night as we sat in the car at the park near Deep Creek, when I said I trusted her. Tonight she asked why.
I said, “Because I do, don’t you trust me?”
And she shook her head “no.” She said, “I’ve built up a wall Jacob. I can’t.” Yet she trusts Eric, a drug-addict, and not me, a Christian. I didn’t understand, but I realized that she simply does not know.
She doesn’t see me. She doesn’t need me. She holds my hand, but she doesn’t notice I am there.
