The lies we tell

“I’m fine.”

“We’re good.”

“No problem.”

The quiet lies we whisper into the silence—

polished phrases we’ve learned to wear like armor.

But beneath the smile, the soul aches.

Beneath the nod, a storm rages.

And behind those practiced words,

a heart quietly breaks,

hoping no one will notice—

but desperate that someone will.

We say we’re okay

because truth feels too heavy.

Too vulnerable.

Too raw.

So we tuck our pain behind pleasantries

and keep moving,

one exhausted breath at a time.

But there is a God

who sees through the “fine,”

who hears the cry buried in the “I’m okay,”

and who kneels beside the broken,

not asking for polished answers—

just surrender.

Just truth.

Just you.

He is not intimidated by your sorrow.

Not impatient with your questions.

Not disappointed by your struggle.

He is near to the crushed in spirit.

He binds the wounds we hide.

And He calls us out of hiding—

into light,

into rest,

into truth

that sets us free.

So go ahead—

break the silence.

Tell the truth.

Let the tears fall.

You were never meant to carry this alone.

And healing begins where honesty lives🤍