There comes a point in our life where pretending becomes exhausting. We pretend to be okay, confident, and unaffected by grief, disappointment, anxiety, trauma, failure, loneliness, or change. However, I am not interested in polished versions of reality.
You and I live in a fractured world.
We see evidence of this in our relationships, institutions, churches, politics, families, and even within ourselves. Amidst the noise and distractions, people are carrying exhaustion, sorrow, fear, or disillusionment.
Some hide it better than others.
I think part of spiritual maturity is learning how to live honestly within a seemingly hopeless reality without surrendering to cynicism.
We know that not every wound heals cleanly and not every prayer gets answered the way we hoped. Every season doesn’t resolve itself neatly.
Yet, beauty still exists.
I’ve witnessed it in the serene stillness of the morning. My ears have resonated with music that transcends language. I see it in faces weathered by hardship, the joy found in moments of unexpected kindness, and art created from pain rather than avoidance. These are things that speak to me.
Living honestly does not mean we live hopelessly.
It means refusing to build a life on denying the harsh realities we all experience.
Friends, to be honest with you, the past few weeks have been a struggle. For instance last week I spent mired in gloom, a bad case of the blues if you will. This week, anger has been the dominant emotion expressed in aggressive interactions, mostly with strangers, some who were trying to help me. Sure there’s been joy and excitement sprinkled in. There usually always is. Beauty doesn’t cease to exist amid the darkness. Rather, it’s amplified.
Lately, my emotional barometer mirrors the bipolar nature of the Texas weather. I avoid people due to the subtle questions “How are you?” and “What are you doing these days?” I’m embarrassed I’m not doing better.
For me, honesty has looked like acknowledging grief instead of outrunning it. It has meant facing PTSD instead of faking strength. It means admitting that some experiences permanently changed the way I see the world.
When you stop pretending to be invulnerable, you become more aware that every person is carrying something unseen.
I think that is part of what it means to live faithfully in a fractured world.
The world does not need more curated perfection. It needs more truthful people who are willing to acknowledge both brokenness and beauty at the same time.
It’s a necessary tension because if all we see is darkness, we become bitter and if all we see is positivity, we grow detached from reality.
When we hold both grief and grace, sorrow and beauty, fracture and hope, we begin to live with greater depth and integrity.
Part of growing in wisdom is not running from the complexities of life while learning how to remain human within them.
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Be salty, stay lit.
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Thank you for your kind words and heartfelt comments. As I shared with someone earlier, I believe this is the work the Holy Spirit has called me to do. I’m grateful if it helps others. Abundant blessings 🙏
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Thank you SO much, Dawn! I appreciate your kind words and prayers 🙏.
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Thank you 🙏, brother!
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“It’s a necessary tension because if all we see is darkness, we become bitter and if all we see is positivity, we grow detached from reality.”
I don’t know how many times I thought I was crazy or weird for feeling some kind of way, because many people don’t talk about their personal struggles openly. And on the other hand, curation results in absolutes, where everything is either perfect or terrible. So in the end, I often end up confused about whether I’m “normal” or need professional help haha.
So thank you for your honesty and reminding us that we are humans living in a not-so-honest world!
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Honest. Unfiltered. Raw. Vulnerable. None of us are ever 💯 all of the time. Being honest with ourselves and others is key to getting through. Unfiltered and raw allow others to hold space for us. Being vulnerable to let God heal and restore. All of this I see in your words and painting. I pray God continues to be with you in the valleys, in the fire and when weapons (emotional and physical) form. God bless you 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
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I love this! Such a great post!
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Thank you SO much, Rosie. Truth is, we don’t owe anyone a facade to make them feel comfortable. I feel convicted, to some degree, to try and write authentically, best I can. I believe that’s where the Holy Spirit is leading me and asking of me. Thanks again for reading and sharing your thoughts and experiences. Abundant blessings 🙏
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“We know that not every wound heals cleanly and not every prayer gets answered the way we hoped. Every season doesn’t resolve itself neatly.”
So true and more important to write about that the perfect illusions. It’s great to aspire to some wonderful things to be, but reality is…life is hard. It’s messy and downright icky at times. I once got feedback, well more than once, because I replied okay, fine, and taking it a day at a time. Response “just okay and what does that mean, day at a time, where’s the positive?” and so on. In other words, they’d rather here the up and not the down, pretend vs. reality, and put on a good face.
Sure and for who and for what?
Really good post, appreciate you keeping it real Rainer!
~ Rosie
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