I decided to copy this over from my private journal blog. Perhaps it will help put to ease the mind of any one desiring to comment on any future posts. I am not a "sensitive" person and it takes a great deal to offend me. So comment away. But, if you do--expect that I will be as forthright with you as I hope you are with me.
The Truth Matters!
"Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!"
I want the truth! I hunger for the truth! No matter how hard it is to swallow; no matter how ugly and painful it might be. I have found no benefit in living in a false reality. If I ask you if these pants make my butt look big (and they indeed do) I want you to say, "Yes, dear, those pants make your butt look big".
Even better still--"Actually honey, the pants don't make your butt look big--the truth is your butt is big." Of course, that would only apply if I indeed had a big butt.
That is the kind of communication I can respect and that I desire from those who say that they love me. That is a person I can trust!
The Truth Matters!
"Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!"
I want the truth! I hunger for the truth! No matter how hard it is to swallow; no matter how ugly and painful it might be. I have found no benefit in living in a false reality. If I ask you if these pants make my butt look big (and they indeed do) I want you to say, "Yes, dear, those pants make your butt look big".
Even better still--"Actually honey, the pants don't make your butt look big--the truth is your butt is big." Of course, that would only apply if I indeed had a big butt.
That is the kind of communication I can respect and that I desire from those who say that they love me. That is a person I can trust!
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I am ravenously hungry for the same kind of truth. Over the summer, a dear friend that I love very much, sent me an email that was full of the truth from their perspective. The hard kind of truth that stings. I cried over it, and had many arguments with them in my mind and heart, as my stung pride tried to defend me. But in the end, God used the experience to show me some really ugly truth about myself, and I believe He has used the pain to bring about changes in my heart and life for His glory.
It seems like when you say this to people, it takes them a while to believe it. I usually have to make someone really mad or hurt them pretty badly before they'll actually share painful truths with me. It's so sad. Why can't we just speak the truth in love to each other, all the time?