This is the stuff I’d rather hide, because it dulls the shine off of a good veneer. I’d rather you didn’t know about the days when shadows of discouragement creep in, like long bony fingers ready to snatch away joy.
Maybe today, if I just posted another colorful picture with a nice Bible verse, and hit PUBLISH quickly, then you would never know. No one would notice or think to ask.
And then, maybe if I had to show up at the grocery store or the church, I would have more time to slap on a pretty smile before I saw you coming. And when you ask me how I am, I could just say it real bold-like: “I’m fine!”
You’d never know any different.
I’m clever with disguises, so you wouldn’t even think to ask: “No, really? How are you?”
But maybe I shouldn’t share all of that with you. Because maybe it’s just me.
Then again, maybe it’s not.
Maybe it’s OK to tell you the truth, to drop the facade, and let you peek into my life a little bit — to see the places where I fail to live up to my half-hearted promises. Maybe you would know that some days, I feel the ache of disappointment. I lose my temper. I allow my feelings to get hurt. I make prayer a last resort. Maybe you’d want to know that there are days where I allow my disappointments to ring louder than my praise.
Maybe, if we risked being really real, then you wouldn’t feel so alone. And maybe then, I wouldn’t either.
Then, maybe the two of us, we could link hearts out here, even if we can’t link hands, and we would realize right then that two hearts beat louder than one. Together, I wonder, if our hearts might drown out the hollow ring of disappointment. And if we close our eyes and listen closely here in the dark, we can hear something else. Do you hear what I hear?
Yes, right there: the sandaled feet of an old Friend, walking up right beside us, coming to light up the dark corners.
“A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.”
— Ecclesiastes 4:12
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