The Truth

What rumbles up in your belly when you read that title? The Truth.

I used to be fearful of the truth. The truth was both used to coercively control me and to taunt me with hidden family secrets. I began to assign the idea of truth with trepidation yet the deepest part of me longed for it. So when a few years ago, I came across this prayer:

Help me to believe the truth about myself no matter how beautiful it is. 

I was stunned and curious. The truth could be more beautiful than I thought it would be?

The truth is – truth is messy business. In the light of it, both justice and mercy meet. In its bright glimmer, I have learned I am wildly loved, wonder-filled and that I have unrestricted access to hope and purpose. In its laser gaze, I have had to face the demonic both in my family story and in my own self. And in its warm presence, I’ve really balanced out and blossomed because of the stability and surety it has brought me.

The truth is the truth may highlight the mess within and without, but it is faithful to simultaneously highlight a path through and forward and that’s the kind of path we were designed for, and, it's the kind of path I want to take.