Do I really want to know the truth?

Do I really want to hear the truth? Or do I want others to feed me what I want to hear?

I once had a job that I just wasn’t qualified to do. No amount of training or effort would ever make me improve. I just wasn’t cut out for it. That ceiling was a painful one to bump into, every hour of every day.

I needed someone to tell me the truth.


There are certain physical features that I can’t readily admit. The lines on my face and circles under my eyes are signs of an aging body. For others, it’s a growing circle at the top of the heads, or hips that are wider than ever that serve as reminders that we aren’t what we used to be.

Can we be honest?

I have character flaws — things that need to fixed and changed. I have a mouth that flies off the handle, a spirit that gets too discouraged too quickly, and a heart that stays sad despite gladness all around. I have a nature that gravitates toward sin and a restless spirit.

Do I really want to know the truth?

How about you? Comment here.

“Open my eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of your law.” Psalm 119:18