What if we told the truth?
“I like you but I think you make dumb decisions. Are we still gonna be friends or what?”
“I wish you were someone else but you’re here so do you still wanna be my boyfriend or not?”
We are all liars to some degree.
To tell the truth is risky. To bare one’s soul and risk being judged, being left, being seen.
For who we really are.
Who are we? Beings holding on too tight to relationships that tear us, break us. Bleeding not to be alone.
Truth is, alone is where God wants us – sometimes.
It is the only place where he can speak through burning bushes, on quiet mountainsides. Destiny is foretold in isolation.
Truth be told. I am growing tired of the silence. I cannot stand the noise. Perhaps, I need to climb higher or sit and be still.
Does He know that I am listening, intently?
Am I telling the truth?