Waters of Honesty

Crystal water ripples from the whispers of the wind , and leaves kiss its surface. One strains to find the heart of it all, peering into the water, but it cannot and will not be found. Time passes and the water calms, getting comfortable with the penetrating stare of an onlooker.  That’s when the mud comes forth, bubbling and frothing. Stench rises up into his nose, but he plunges in anyway. Rocks scratch at his feet. What is this?

Honesty. 

It's a scary thing, really. When people see past your persona, when the water calms, they can see the muck and stones that are logged  in that secret place. When we are honest, people will see the grit and grime we all try to hide.

I often wonder why humans try to hide their wickedness, problems, and sin. We all sin, and we all have troubles, so why do we go around pretending like we don't? Often times I do it without noticing it, like it’s a part of me that’s programmed in. I call that program human nature, but it leaves me feeling alone. Wanting to be known but then fearing the outcome of honesty, and why is honesty any better? Because after the out pouring of ones heart to a friend, you can be sure you’re known, really known, by someone, and by pouring out honestly to God I receive cleanliness, righteousness,  and love. 

And it might be funny, but this is my reason for writing all this down and putting it out to others. I want to be honest and share with people what I think, what I believe, and how I feel. 

Here marks my journey of honesty.