My oldest daughter tells me that some friends act one way around certain friends and another way around other friends.
This really bothers her.
“I know,” I tell her. I’m thinking how much I value authenticity and how long it took me to be myself in my own life. I think I’m still working on this.
She throws her hands up in the air and cries, “Don’t fake your life!'”
“Don’t fake your life?” I repeat.
“Yeah. Don’t fake your life. That’s what I want to say to them.”
I close my eyes and pray that she never fakes her life. I pray that she always lives out of that true self God made her to be–that girl who throws her hands in the air and cries out in truth.
I pray that I live that way, too.
Why do we fake our lives?