I know the truth when I see it, and I see the lie when it comes hurling at me 100 miles an hour. I stand tall, and I take the hit.
Because the liar that used all his power and force is someone I love, he’s someone very close to me, and it breaks my heart. I know the truth when I see it. Those hateful words coming from the lips of my loved one are a cry for help.
He’s shouting at me.
I’m low. I’m not worthy. I don’t have the confidence to be your equal.
He’s begging me.
Come down to my level.
He’s desperate for an equally nasty response.
Just try it. Match my mean spirit with your own.
But I try reason instead though he is unreasonable. I try ignoring the taunts, though they swirl around and around in my brain. His evil accusations pop up like a carnival game. I am armed with a heavy mallet, and I hammer the hate speech back into the hole. Another one jumps up, daring me to place the next blow.
Dear God, Help me through this trial. Remind me to turn the other cheek. Show me the right way, the Godly way to act. How can I help him? Must I give him up, give up, give more? Praise to You, who is with me through trials and tests of character and compassion. I trust in You to see me through.
By Susan Diamond
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