The Language of Truth

Truth does not shout.

It whispers—

in the quiet between thoughts,

in the ache beneath laughter,

in the stillness where your soul meets God.

It is not loud,

but it is unshakable.

It does not flatter,

but it frees.

We spend years weaving stories

to cover the parts we fear to show—

but truth, like light,

gently peels back the layers,

not to shame us,

but to set us free.

Truth is not the enemy of love—

it is its birthplace.

There is no intimacy without honesty,

no healing without confession,

no freedom without surrender.

And while truth may come with tears,

it also comes with wings.

It carries us

from illusion to clarity,

from bondage to breath,

from shadow to light.

To live in truth

is to walk unclothed before God—

no mask, no script,

just heart laid bare,

tender and whole.

It is to say,

“Here I am, Lord.

Nothing hidden.

Nothing false.

Make me real.”

So ask yourself gently:

What truth is knocking at the door of your heart?

What have you silenced for too long?

And what would it feel like

to live with nothing to prove,

and nothing to hide?

Let truth be your prayer,

your compass,

your offering.

Because when all else fades,

truth remains—

and where truth dwells,

God is near.