Why?
Why is it when someone commits suicide that no one mentions what happened? Everyone wonders. They inquire. And we seem so eloquent in our choice of wording.
Why is it when someone dies from cancer we don’t want to show them with no hair? Everyone knows they lost it. They know what happened.
Why do we try to act like everything is fine when someone we love ends up arrested or in jail?
I just wonder why we try so hard to hide the bad things. Why we try to cover up what we deem “ugly.”
News travels. News is discovered. News and pictures are found on the Internet, on the news, shared from friend to friend. Talked about amongst family. It is uncovered. Almost always. Sometimes right away. Sometimes over years. But still… it is usually unearthed.
Our efforts were in vain.
I don’t think God looks at what we see as bad or ugly quite the same way. I think he often finds our molding, shaping, chiseling, and sifting times as beautiful. He is teaching us. Using us.
We are often selfish people. We want to keep our reputations and image spotless. And yet that is not “real.”
We are not truly community if we can’t embrace one another in the highs and lows of life. We can’t walk alongside of each other, grieve, love on, support or help unless we let everything sit out in the open. For aren’t we here to learn, grow, and help each other be better? How can we do that if everyone acts like they are already “better?”
We try to mask what others already see. What they instinctually know. For what? For ourselves, usually. For those who truly love us don’t care. They won’t leave. They won’t judge.
So I again ask…what is it all for? What do our efforts bring about but temporary comfort?
Be real! Be free. Let others see the struggle, so that they too can be free to struggle. Let them see the heartache. So they too, can cry. Let them see the pain. So that they can see that there is beauty to be found in it.
Let them see.
Let them love.
