Writing My Truth

My truth, raw and unfiltered. It pours out like water. My truth may not be what others want to know. My truth may be taken and examined under a microscope. I pray it does. I pray for inner reflection, to find the commonality, to see the possibilities. I want my truth to mean something to someone, anyone, even just one. It needs to mean something – or else it is not worth speaking. To tell my truth means telling God’s truth.

Now I am writing my truth, in a book. I take it a day at a time, and break when it gets too painful. I honor the hurt and the healing. I focus on the mistakes, the corrections, and then the changes in me – God’s changes.  To write my truth means reliving all that has happened, and revel in the Glory of God and His work in me – truly, truly unfinished and perfect.