let's be truth tellers and not mask wearers
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When did the people of Truth (myself included) stop being truth tellers instead of mask wearers?
What if...
...we stopped presenting polished versions of ourselves and let it all out, even those parts the world says we should hide?
...we cared less about our kids' behavior and more about their hearts?
...we sought to love people rather than impress them?
...we valued differences instead of ignoring, dismissing, or ridiculing them?
...we really truly wholly believe that every person - including you and me - has a story worth sharing and a voice worth hearing?
...we answered honestly when asked, "How are you?" and
...we were ready and thankful for genuine answers to that question?
...we acted like God's purpose in each of us mattered so that we stopped trying to pretend to be someone else?
...we dealt with our own logs instead of attacking the specks of others?
...we offered up our broken pieces to create a beautiful mosaic instead of hiding each chip under the rug to never shine?
What if?
In my writing and speaking and friendships and family, God is stirring up great things. I'm realizing more and more that I need to stop hindering that work by trying to be who I think I should be instead of who He made me to be. To be honest, I don't know exactly what that looks like, but I do know one thing for sure: I want to be a truth teller and not a mask wearer.
Who's with me?
What if...
...we stopped presenting polished versions of ourselves and let it all out, even those parts the world says we should hide?
...we cared less about our kids' behavior and more about their hearts?
...we sought to love people rather than impress them?
...we valued differences instead of ignoring, dismissing, or ridiculing them?
...we really truly wholly believe that every person - including you and me - has a story worth sharing and a voice worth hearing?
...we answered honestly when asked, "How are you?" and
...we were ready and thankful for genuine answers to that question?
...we acted like God's purpose in each of us mattered so that we stopped trying to pretend to be someone else?
...we dealt with our own logs instead of attacking the specks of others?
...we offered up our broken pieces to create a beautiful mosaic instead of hiding each chip under the rug to never shine?
What if?
In my writing and speaking and friendships and family, God is stirring up great things. I'm realizing more and more that I need to stop hindering that work by trying to be who I think I should be instead of who He made me to be. To be honest, I don't know exactly what that looks like, but I do know one thing for sure: I want to be a truth teller and not a mask wearer.
Who's with me?