“Are you okay?” 
“I’m fine.”
“How are you?”
“I’m fine.”

The dialogue between myself and a young woman sitting beside me at church on Sunday continues to swirl about in my mind and conscience. 

Neither of us were fine that morning. 

Tears were wiped from her face more than once while her husband gently patted her leg. My pain wasn’t as obvious but it was still there. And yet we both put on our fake-o happy faces and took the easy way out. 

Fake-o:1  Transparency:0

I’m not saying we should spill our hearts to anyone and everyone, but if I could have a do-over, my response would be I’m struggling this morning and I’d appreciate your prayers.

Only hours later, God graciously gave me that opportunity and this time I didn’t scram to find my mask. Instead, I shared openly with the women in our life group. As it turned out, my transparency prompted another woman to share a similar struggle. We closed in prayer, opening wide the channels of our souls to receive God’s restoration power. 

Fake-o:0   Transparency: God only knows

No doubt about it. The cost of transparency is high. It can be messy, scary, and risky — but its rewards will be measured throughout eternity.

How will you choose transparency over fake-o today?