I opened the box today.
Identify three places where you feel stuck.
"We are all flawed...Why are we pretending?"
Perhaps because we are expected to pretend, expected to cope, to praise, to believe, to rise to the occasion as a Christian.
What if we can't? What if it gets too hard for too long and we don't have what it takes in the moment?
What is the price we pay for being real?
Friends may turn away in disappointment. Quiet guilt plagues us, telling us we couldn't cut it. We might end up standing alone. Lonely.
Or Jesus might draw near.
I hope so.