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Honest to God...

Really?  Honest to God? What does that even look like?

I'm not truly honest to myself, to God or to anyone else for that matter.  

In fact if I were truly honest then I would have to confess to you how much I lie.  

I lie to myself about who I really am.  

 I dress up my heart, soul and mind so I don't have to look at the truth that underlies the coverings and the masks and the layers. 

Excuses, justifications, minimizations, defensiveness, martyr syndrome, people pleasing self-righteousness and fear are just a few of the layers that I've used to cover up reality.  My reality.  Not the reality I want or the reality that feels good right now. 

The reality of my heart laid bare.  Naked.  Uncovered.  Unprotected.  Real. 

The reality of my heart sliced by the sword of truth to divide reality from my own spin and make believe.

Separate the real from the dress up.  

Pretend from the authentic. 

Insanity from the truth.  

Wholeness out of the fragmentation.  Deception from purity.

Truth brings wholeness and continuity.  

Lies and dishonesty brings my own fragmentation.  

Being honest to God, to myself and to others.  

That is the reality that we must all face.  

Deal with it.  Take ownership of it. Face it.  Put it out on the table for God's sword to cut it out and His blood to heal it up.

We all WILL be brought to a place either today or standing at the door of eternity to come face to face with TRUTH.   

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