Reaching out my arm, I always get burned.  But the honest truth is this: I rock.

Yup.  I rock.  Why?  Look at my family, the most beautiful girls in the world and an incredibly sexy man.  My son is perfect, heck, he even  has wings.  My brother is the DaVinci of dragon art, my sister the magesty of manga.  The people I have embraced are true and real, trusting themselves and trusting me; knowing they will be accepted, so long as they don't push me away (for I will not disown them either).

I know I have my flaws.  But I also am a truly honest person.  I will let you know gently if you bother me.  With grace, I let offenses slide off my shoulders.  Yet, if I have deemed you worthy of my confidence, it is beneficial to not cross the line.  It isn't often that I am saddened by another's actions, but when this sort of dissappointment is brought about, it is the result of a lack of empathy on the other person's part.

How is it possible for a person to claim the virtue of honesty?  Even the best of men will lie.  What is this thing called honesty?  What gives a soul the desire to seek and portray the truth through their actions?  Love.  The love given to undeserving souls such as us, is a priceless gift to be honored.

An acquaintance of mine once said that to love others fully, you must learn to love yourself.  This is a fallacy.  I know this, because I love many people with every fiber of my soul.  But I also despise myself and the potential I have within me to be wicked.  What I do love about myself is the person I am becomming by allowing myself to surrender to the great love of the Creator.