We are immersed in a culture that encourages false personas.
We only post what we want people to see – the good stuff. Our online lives are but highlight reels, never showing the broken hearts and tear stained faces.
Appearance isn’t just about looks though. It’s about how we act.
Vulnerability doesn’t seem to be celebrated as much as it is shamed by our society.
How many times a day does someone ask you a version of, “How are you?” How often do you tell them the truth? How often are you real?
Now I know the Starbucks barista (unfortunately) doesn’t really care to know the intimate details of my life. I’m not talking about strangers here – I’m talking about people that know you. People that are in your every day life. People that ask because maybe they actually want to know.
But the fear is that they don’t really want to know. That they don’t care. That they couldn’t possibly handle the rawness of our pain. Or anxiety. Or illness. Or fears. Why would anyone want to know that?
I refuse to believe that we are destined to go through life carrying all our burdens on our own. We are put here for a reason – love God and love one another.
Loving each other means being there for each other. It means being real with each other. Being vulnerable.
Learn from my mistakes though, you can’t trust everyone. Not everyone can handle your truth. Not everyone can help carry your burdens. Not everyone has your best interest.
Use wisdom and discernment when choosing whom to open up to. God will give you openings and opportunities to show your heart to someone else. Listen to Him.
When He gives you that nudge, take the leap in the sea of vulnerability. Shame might try to sink you, but don’t let it.
We all crave to tell our story. To be known.
At the end of the day though, the biggest comfort we can have is to know ourselves.