Rocky Road

The search for truth is a long, winding, rocky road. I’ve hiked this trail, and one needs sturdy hiking boots to avoid a broken–or at least sprained–ankle.  I have come to realize that for some of us, truth can be hard to find beneath a facade of a person’s believability.  Sometimes the voice that shouts the loudest is the one everyone tends to believe. I say truth shouldn’t have to shout.

I’ve realized that I’m more susceptible to lying lips than, say, a writing buddy who seems able to hear the truth behind those lies. I’ve always wanted to believe this is an honest, good-hearted world filled with love. A few harsh winters have helped me stop and take stock. The only place I’m totally safe is in the will of God. It takes time and silence and a listening ear to hear that will.

“An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips.” Proverbs 24:26

I read this on Facebook this morning from a friend back in Nebraska. It resonated for me, especially now, when so much seems covered in shadow. At the ripe old age of nobody’s business, I am beginning to learn the art, and the power, of silence. In that silence, perhaps truth can find a way.

I like the idea of saying nothing if you can’t say anything kind. But that’s changing. How about, “Say nothing unless you know it’s true.”