tell the truth

Tuesday night, August 18, 2015

I’m reading “For the Love” by Jen Hatmaker about mostly giving ourselves the grace to….whatever. Chapter 7 is called “Tell the Truth”. She means it in mostly a different way than the epiphany it created in me, but here is mine:

I told the truth every step of the way.
I told him I liked to be with him when I did.
I told him I loved him when I realized it.
I asked him to be with me when he wasn’t and I wanted him.
I told him he’d hurt me when he had.
I never played a single game with him, I told the truth.

Once that truth was released into the world, I no longer had any control or responsibility with it. And the reality is that he didn’t want it. He didn’t want what I had to offer him. And because I told the truth, I have no regrets.

What I have is peace.

The sadness is gone, the longing is gone, the empty is gone. I’m filled with love and friendships and family and possibilities. It was a lovely, rich chapter of my life and I’m glad I had it.

I’m ready and excited for whatever’s next :) And you can be darn sure that I’ll tell the truth.

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