The Most Dangerous Person to Lie To

The other day I met the most dangerous person to lie to.

In the bathroom.

More specifically, in the mirror.

I should've learned by now not to lie to myself. Not to convince myself that I was somewhere/someone that I wasn't. When you lie to someone else, they can call you on it. When you lie to yourself...well, that's it...you're on your own.

If a person is a car, the heart is the transmission. You can be driving recklessly at breakneck speed, and you may hit a few things and dent a few bumpers, but at least your inner workings are good. IF, however, the car tries going out of sync with the transmission, something snaps, the engine starts burning out, and you end up with a perfectly good-looking and yet entirely gutless vehicle.

If this doesn't resonate with you, I pray it never does.


BUT...to end on a higher note...God's grace is strongest in those humanizing moments when the engine finally syncs up with the transmission and we can be honest with ourselves about the one thing we can know beyond a shadow of a doubt: we are nothing without His grace.