weary.

I smile but I’m hella tired.

I’m weary of the social pressure to be right, fixed, whole, and good. It leaves honest people feeling like imposters and burdens them with unnecessary shame.

I’m tired of people choosing to dedicate their lives to the fleeting “I was right.” moments. All they accomplish is a lonely end for themselves and a trail of severed relationships.

What if we could belong while being wrong, broken, and unfinished? What if our interactions weren’t hijacked by this “need” to be right? What if instead we sought out what is most gracious? Do we not have the patience to wait with one another until we’re made whole?

So many loud voices inside and outside the church are fixated and preoccupied with being right.

The truth that frees me is that I am not right, but I am rescued. The truth that keeps me is that I am broken, but one day will be made whole.

So to you loud, unhelpful, ungracious voices, keep your burdens and chains far from me. The ones that tell me I must be right to get rescued and be made whole.