For truth-telling—however bitter or sweet
By Kate Bowler
Blessed are you, resisting the urge to reframe.
You who are sick and tired of silver linings.
Blessed are you who risk sincerity, especially when the world around you craves a bright side. You who speak honestly about what is right in front of you:
This is hard.
Things might not get better.
This really has gone horribly.
There may not be a different way.
Blessed are you in your gratitude and your pain, your pleasures and
your limitations.
Blessed are you, the truth-teller.
And what a miracle it is when
your candor finds a chorus that echoes back:
“Same.”
The friend who will hear it.
The parent who will stomach it.
The partner who doesn’t roll their eyes.
They hear you, and it feels like a revelation.
Every. Time.
May you feel your truths answered
by this language of love,
changing where you can
and confirming where you can’t.
But loved, loved, loved all the same.
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