My passion for truth can be so strong that I can also forget the importance of relationships with friends and family. Instead of the hurting soul, a seeking sibling, a lost stranger I see the an opportunity to share wit, opinions and, of course, truth. In my defense, my desire for sharing the truth is not to crush, out-wit, or destroy; I share because I care. I share with the hope of their restoration, healing, and freedom. But oh, knowing how to share is a problem. Speaking truth when I am full of pride (or ‘just a little”), anger, or disappointment seems to breed misunderstandings, wounded spirits, and spoiled relationships. But I say, “he or she needs to hear the truth–only then can they walk in freedom and holiness!” Yes, truth sets one free and God created us humans to share and care. So what can I do?
Take some of my own medicine. I try to speak truth from God’s Word but maybe I need to stop speaking and listen from the very One I quote. Does a harsh tongue or an angry spirit work the righteousness of God? Does sharing the truth without love bring restoration? Can I speak good words and yet be full of pride? Can pride avoid a fall? No.
So here I sit; my companions of chirping frogs, wind-blown pansies, and closing sunlight all confirm to me one thing: God is good and I am so thankful He takes the time to teach silly ol’ me.
With love from your growing sister in Christ,