The truth is, I'd rather silently be mad until he notices something is wrong. The truth is, I like to think I'm invincible. The truth is, I'm embarrassed at how little it takes for me to collapse into an emotional heap.
It takes courage to admit when you've been hurt. When something has rubbed you the wrong way. When someone said something you felt was slightly unjust. The temptation is to pretend it never bothered you. That you're immune to the mini conflicts that spark into life when you live in community.
It feels weak to pull someone aside and say "I know you probably didn't mean it like this, but it hurt when you..."
I even feel awkward typing it out!
We're all fragile beings trembling for affirmation from the ones we love. We all hunger for acceptance.
But when we let people in, we open ourselves to growth. When we share our burdens, they become lighter. Pretending to be invincible isn't brave, it's a personal death-wish.
"Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ." - Galatians 6:2
Today be brave enough to open up and find healing there.