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Five Minute Friday: Truth


 Bocca della Verita or Mouth of Truth


Truth is, I don't know how good I am at this blogging thing. Here I am on Saturday doing the Five Minute Friday. I have it in my heart to help people with my writing but some days, let's face another truth - I'm too lazy to pick up the computer and write.

Truth is, I could really work harder at my day job. I think working harder at my day job would ease the 3:30am thoughts that won't let me fall back to sleep. And I think working harder would give me such a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day that I would be energized into picking up the computer and writing on my blog.

Truth is, I am amazed that I can function as an adult. I don't know what I'm doing. I can't believe I own a house, how did that happen? I know that my birth certificate says I am 51 years old but I feel like an ignorant teenager who still needs her parents to raise her. Every day that I go to bed without experiencing a major mishap, I thank God for keeping me safe and sound, in spite of myself.

Truth is, I could do a better job at helping others. I've heard hundreds of times that this is the best way to help yourself but I want to help others because I want to help others, not because I want the benefits for me. My heart is getting closer to this but I'm ashamed that it isn't already there.

Truth is, I'm scared. Playing the victim and staying in my "I'm so hurt" cocoon is so much easier than taking the risk of breaking out and getting on with life. And when I had the thought, "But you would make such a beautiful butterfly" I was little embarrassed with myself for being so conceited. But the truth is, thinking I could be a beautiful butterfly is seeing myself as God sees me and how could that be conceited?

Truth is, I could be the person I want to be. Truth is, I could help people with my blog. Truth is, I have to quit being lazy and scared and work harder EVERY DAY to achieve those truths. I have to believe the truths in God's word and step out in faith and believe that my life could be everything I've imagined it could be.

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  1. Nice! Mine was posted after yours on the FMF list so don't feel too bad. Mine didn't even follow the rules. Although I say I had good reason. The prompt was the most important aspect this time, not the rules. And to see yourself through God's eyes is never conceited... it's a blessing to be able to do so. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Hi Andrea. Hooking up through FMFs. The name of your blog 'reached out to me' and so I stopped by. I think the greatest truth in this posting is in the paragraph about the butterfly. It is not conceited to live from a place where you know you are deeply loved and accepted (even when you don't perform to your standards). He sees everything and is perfectly satisfied with how He made you... there is nothing about you that is faulty in His eyes. I pray you do increasingly step out in faith from that place of acceptance looking for the daily adventures of how He might speak, love and/or touch through the unique Andrea (and her life experiences) today!! Praying for the fun to begin and preaching as much to myself as to you :)

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