True.
Really? That’s my immediate thought. How can I write about what’s true when I look around my life asking myself the same question. Just what is true?
All is quiet, my mind comes up empty. For I don’t see truth, only deception.
Hidden faces, hearts shielded in. We walk, we talk, we pretend through this very life we live. Saying the right things, doing the things and even trying… to be true.
All I can cling to, all I know to be true, is what is being revealed to me by my Creator God. He is true.
He is love. Holy. Kind. Peace. Joy. Mercy. Sacrifice. Forgiveness. Hope.
He is true.
The very things I try to “be,” He is. The very ways I yearn to serve. He is. The very ways I desire to praise. He is.
All else won’t stand, doesn’t hold up, won’t last, crumbles as He whispers.
He is true.
This post is part of Five Minute Friday’s, a five minute weekly reflection on a word prompt. No edits, no do overs, just write. “No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”
Embracing His Presence 