My dad used to say that to me when I was a small child when he knew I was lying (and he always knew when I was lying). It was a torturous statement, "the truth will set you free". But I must admit there is something to the logic behind it.
Today I have a lot on my mind. In these moments fear and doubt and the weighty expanse of life can rise quickly, deep murky water threatening to breach the levies of my soul.
I have tried to think my way out of it, reason my way around it, pretend my through it, but life is not kind to those who are not brave of spirit.
In the end I am left, neck deep in emotion and reality no longer able to pretend that the water isn't real and all thats left to do is raise my hands in surrender, letting go in order to gain safety.
In moments like these truth acts as a life raft and I'm ready to climb into its glass bottomed embrace. Why glass bottomed you may wonder? Well, you see, 'truth' doesn't solve anything, I can still see the murky waters beneath me, but I am safe, I am dry, I am able to act freely and that is the difference.
Floods will come, they are inevitable... but the question becomes how will you get through the waters when they rise?
Under normal circumstances, I would put on a scuba tank and dive with you deep beneath the surface of all that life is right now, but to be honest I am tired, so for now I'm just going to climb into my floaty boat and take a nap, perhaps we will go diving tomorrow.