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It's Time to Talk

I know the secret to deep, lifelong intimacy between a man and a woman.

I'm not kidding. I really do know the secret.

The secret is this: learning to tell each other the truth about practically everything.

I say learning because no one has the natural ability or inclination to communicate clearly and deeply with the opposite sex. No one.

When we begin a relationship, we are not prepared or even able to be open and honest with the other person. Quite the opposite, in fact.

We hide the truth. We hold back the truth. We distort the truth. We have no idea how to truly connect in conversation and get to know each other. Why? We don’t speak the truth because it is human nature to protect oneself and not be vulnerable. Sharing truth, especially with the person we are closest to, exposes us to potential harm and pain. It feels a lot safer to keep truth hidden.

It is the unspoken things that limit intimacy and eventually kill it. It is what we don’t say that keeps us from the soul-mate closeness that we need and that God wants us to enjoy. It’s time for Real Talk about real issues.

Let's get to work.

Comments

  1. BuggsyApril 26, 2017 at 5:54 AM

    Single gotta be easy cuz being in a relationship is hard and complicated

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    1. TraeApril 26, 2017 at 6:46 AM

      either way you still have to be truthful...its not hard at all and much less complicated. People complicate things.

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  2. AnonymousApril 27, 2017 at 5:37 AM

    So true! That's for sharing the secret.
    Many people can't handle the truth, and that hinders many of us from being open and truthful.

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