Five Minute Friday – Truth

It’s Five Minute Friday!  My favorite writing time of the week.

Last week, the word was GRACE.

Today’s writing prompt is… TRUTH.

five minute friday truth

The truth is that this took more like 20 minutes.  I got lost in telling the story and ignored my timer.  It happens.

Five Minute Friday

Just tell me the truth.

He stands there, his face all twisted with indecision and the effort to hold back to tears.  I know the truth already.  If he were honest with himself he knows that.

But he has to tell me anyway.  I am relentless.  I can not let a lie stand between us.  I can’t let the lie fester in his heart.

I need the truth from you.

He nods and gasps for air.  His face goes blank for a second and then lights up with inspiration.  A sure sign that I am going to hear something other than the truth.  Again.

It started like this…. We were on the playground and these bigger kids came over and THEY were doing something KIND OF like it.  They told us it would be OK.  And then my friend Walter had this great idea.

I stop him gently, before the lie gets worse.

Are you SURE you are telling me the simple truth?

His face hardens.  His shoulders tighten until they are almost up to his ears.  My boy is a picture of defiance.  He stares at the wall behind me, unwilling to meet my gaze.

OK, maybe it wasn’t Walter’s idea.  I might have suggested it.

I take his hand to encourage him.  I am hopeful with this glimmer of truth.

… and I kind of think one of the bigger kids told me it was a good idea.

He glances at me, trying to gauge if I’m willing to believe his half-truth.  I am not.  His shoulders droop.  His hard defiant face begins to melt.

Gently, I cup my hand against his cheek and force him to look me in the eyes.

Just the simple truth sweetheart.  Not a story.  Tell me the simple truth in as few words as you can.

He stands there, locked in my gaze.  I feel like I’m holding up his entire body with my hand against his cheek.  He gropes for my arm and wraps his arms around mine.  His fingers dig into my flesh in an effort to stop his tears.  He is broken.

He slips his hand into mine, pulling it away from his cheek.  He steps backwards ever so slightly and breaks away from my gaze one last time.  I hold my breath, silently praying.

Then he stands straight.  His face clears and his eyes shine bright.  He looks electrified with the truth.  In unison, we take a deep breath and exhale.

We are both ready.  Ready for the truth.  Our eyes lock and he gasps out the words. Each truth seems to pierce his heart anew.

I made a bad decision. I knew better. I’m sorry.

With that, he melts into my arms and his tears begin to flow.  As the tears subside, he tells me the whole story with all the little details.  I hear all of it, all the ugly thoughts and secret fears.  I listen without judging until it is done.

you shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free

This.  This is the reason I would not settle for a half truth.  This is the reason I was relentless.

What was the right decision, the one you’ll make next time?

He screws up his face in thought.  Then he looks at me and grins.

Well, I won’t try THAT again!

For now, that’s enough.  For today, it is enough that truth won out over pride and fear and self interest.

And that is the truth.

STOP.

Five Minute Friday  is hosted by Lisa-Jo Baker at The Gypsy Mama. Five minutes of free writing flash mob goodness.

If you aren’t familiar, the rules are simple.  Lisa-Jo gives a single word writing prompt every Friday.  Each of us have five minutes to write and post.  No editing, no second guessing, no fancy stuff.  Just plain writing – straight from the heart. (click HERE for the official rules and details).  Then we go visit other participants and shower them with comment love

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Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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Comments

  1. What a beautiful picture of how the truth sets us free. Like your son we fight at time we fight so hard against the truth only to realize the truth is already known. Thanks for sharing.
    Amy P Boyd recently posted..Facing Truth … Again {Five Minute Friday}My Profile

  2. As usual, you hit the nail on the head and I know your method and your boy’s obedience with your gentle nudge will encourage many a mom.
    Amy Ward recently posted..TruthMy Profile

    • Rooting out the truth buried in his heart is never easy. It always requires me sitting in prayer and waiting as he battles himself. I struggle with patience, even when I KNOW it’s worth it.

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