Vulnerability

I read something incredible tonight. A confession. A horrible truth right there, in text, in public, for the world to read.

And it was followed by the retelling of one man's fight for forgiveness. I know a lot about that kind of fight.

I LOVE those moments. I love when people tell the truth about their lives, making themselves vulnerable before an audience whose response they cannot control. I've sat and listened to many people's stories like that. I'm always amazed when they apologize to me for telling me their stories, or for crying, or for taking so long, because when they're in it I feel so privileged to be there too. I find myself in wonder that they're letting me in on their hurt, their salvation, their bitterness, their hope. I cannot imagine why someone would apologize to me for allowing me to partake in such a genuine moment.

It seems so cliched to write about how much I love vulnerability, especially when it involves some level of introspection, but it's true. Even when it's about HARD stuff. Even when I can't fix it.

There's just something so right about the sharing of truths that happens in those moments.