Say the right thing, just say it. Say the words, the words filled with concern and care and goodness and all of the warmth of a believing heart.
I try. I try so hard to remember what it was that the me of a few years ago would have said. I knew then what I don’t know now … a lyric from some song I’m sure.
But now that I lived a little more.. fully…really…authentically…with my bruised yet living faith, I say what is honest, or what is…
Candid. Let’s use that word. Carries less responsibility with it.
So I prayed, “God, please separate the truth from the hurt.”
And may we live our faith honestly, with large growing steps towards the beauty of holiness.
I do believe that there’s beauty hidden somewhere in the valley of holiness. Still, I believe that.
Damn the rest.