I want to believe the truth over and over again, but half the time, I don't listen.
I turn my head and walk briskly away, nearly running an all-out sprint, believing the ugly lies.
That I'm not enough. That I never will be.
Sometimes the lies scream. They scream so loud and so long and so often that I finally go weak and limp into the belief that the lies are the truth.
I want to listen to the truth. I want to hear it out. I don't want to run away.
I want to let the truth sing louder than the screams.
Knowing what's true and believing it deep down are two very different things.
I wonder what might happen if I dared to believe what I know to be true.
Well a long night turns into a couple long years
Of me walkin' around, around this trail of tears
Where the very loud voices of my own fears
Is ringin' and ringin' in my ears
My friend Candis wrote a beautiful post here with similar thoughts. We are kindred spirits if you didn't know.
There's also another beautifully written perspective here at The Wild and Wily Ways of a Brunette Bombshell.
It's good to know we are not alone and that we can walk this journey together, encouraging one another to believe, once and for all, the truth.