Let’s face it…if we gave ourselves time to think, to breathe, to stop for just a moment…we would probably find that we are all freaking starving for truth. To some extent, in some area of our lives.
And that’s cool. That desire for truth, for all the best in every area of our lives, is totally legit. There’s no shame in that desire. We’re wired that way for a reason. Because we truly do deserve the best. We were all born for the best.
I’m not talking about that purist, religious, performance-based concept of truth that many of us were raised on….to tell the truth in a yes-I-did-cut-my-little-sister’s-hair-with-my-craft-scissors kind of way (OK so in my defence I was only 4 years old at the time). Although that is, absolutely, part of truth.
The truth I’m talking about is the truth of Who We Really Are.
Who we were born to be. Our truest selves.
It has nothing really to do with how we look, what we wear, what we do, what we earn, what we drive, how popular we are or are not, what we think or even how we feel about ourselves at any given time. Those things have their place, and to some extent are a part of who we are, but they ultimately won’t stand the test of time.
And it has everything to do with the extraordinary miracle of life and love and potential for grace and hope and total restoration that is each and every one of us. Even when we feel at our most wretched. Especially when we feel at our most wretched. Especially then.
Cos some days (or weeks or months or years) we might just feel pretty wretched. As a wise man once said to me, if we were happy all the time, how would we know? It’s all part the ebb and flow of the human condition, of relationships, of life. Some days (or weeks or months or years) just seem to suck more than others.
How we feel at any given time doesn’t change the truth of Who We Really Are. It doesn’t change the greatness that we were all born for. It’s in us. No matter how far we feel we’ve gone from that place, no matter what we’ve done, no matter how beyond hope we feel we are.
There is always hope. For the life we know we were born for. Always.
It’s always still there. It’s still in us. That truth.
At the core of our truth, are our precious hearts. Every part of our lives are touched in some way by our hearts. If we live long enough, our hearts often become bruised and broken from life’s challenges and setbacks and we often close parts of them down for protection.
But those hearts are still beating, still fighting to keep going. Fighting to live. Fighting to find our truth. Sometimes gasping for truth. Fighting to find Who We Really Are.
And to totally live there. To put behind us everything that has gone before, to cast aside and walk away from any shame and regret and sorrow for our past.
To be completely present in the now, to move closer to Who We Really Are.
To move into the future knowing that we don’t have to be held prisoner to our beginnings, to any destructive legacies or patterns from previous generations, or to our past.
And to forgive all those who may have, even inadvertently, injured us in some way. Often, this applies most to those closest to us. Those who love us more than we will ever know, but having never known love themselves, have been unable to truly express it.
And to celebrate who we are, no matter what others might think or say about us. And to own it. Every. Single. Moment.
Yeah, that truth.
As I’m writing all this, I’m learning about it. It’s a tough gig sometimes I must admit. Sometimes it can feel like everything in the universe is conspiring to scream at me that Who I Really Am is not true.
I seriously don’t have this whole truth thing all sorted in my own backyard yet. Two steps forward, one step back. But oh my how I want it all sorted.
Lies have been my closest companion for most of my life. Those lies have weighed me down and shut me down and walled me up and wrapped their fingers around my throat and tried to suffocate the life out of me.
I have let lies intimidate me into a corner and a restrictive box and label me all sorts of things from ‘good Christian girl’ (gag, I hate religion with such a passion, that is another post for another time) to ‘good daughter’ to ‘straight A student’ to ‘successful career woman’ to ‘good dresser’ to ‘shoe addict’ to ‘superficial jet-setting girl-about-town’ to ‘frankly, a bit of a mess’.
But no. Enough. Enough with the lies and the labels. Enough with the lies and the labels for every one of us.
I was born to Speak Truth. And Hope. And Love. To have lived under lies and hopelessness and a sense of lovelessness only makes that desire stronger.
My Daddy God has put something of His heart into me that has always been there and it won’t rest until it is fully expressed.
That is what I was born for. That is Who I Really Am.
Be ye not fooled by the glossy exterior. Be ye not fooled by anyone’s exterior. I am not the only person on the planet with more to me than meets the eye.
We are all, everyone of us, wonderfully and beautifully and uniquely made. We are each a unique and precious expression of truth. And love.
There is so much more to each and every one of us than meets the eye.
If we could only see ourselves as Who We Really Are.
That is where our best lives are. In Who We Really Are.
Here’s to Who You Really Are my dears 🙂