We’re used to telling lies and thinking that what’s brewing in our minds is hidden behind the windows in our eyes.
As long as we don’t say it, we convince ourselves that our hearts are secret places where no one else intrudes uninvited.
We question the motives of others, not because they’ve done anything wrong, but because of our own motives. “He must be guilty” we assert and point a finger, when all along it’s our own image in the mirror we see and condemn.
The unfaithfulness we find fault in others is only the image of the projection from within ourselves.
Instead of speaking in love, we deceive ourselves into imagining that the truth we ignore will either ‘work itself out’ or fade in a puff of smoke. We forget that problems are not self-solving and that smoke always leaves a stain.
Trust? You must be kidding. Too many hurts. Too many fears. Too many failures.
If we had forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a foreign god, would not God search this out? For He knows the secrets of the heart (Psalm 44:21).