Broaching tough subjects with people we care about is hard.
I know. I’ve avoided my fair share and one very significant one.
And I can’t deny that I heard the still, small voice telling me to speak.
It’s easy to chicken-out of tough conversations because we don’t want a fight, we don’t want to offend. So we choose peace and hope that tomorrow will be ok. I know I did.
What I’ve experienced is that when I didn’t speak, the truth found a way of attaching itself to me, of bringing me along.
And then suddenly that conversation I should have had, seems so much more do-able than what is on my plate now.
Had I spoken when the still, small voice was nudging me, what would today look like – for you and … for me?