A certain child I know was ecstatic when she was able to install this shelf in a catawampus closet so that the level read level. That bubble was dead center. It took grit, determination, and more than one attempt. I was so proud of her.
I was not so proud a few months later when she was caught in a lie.
“Are you on the level?” She swore she was. A little fact-checking proved she wasn’t.
Level is level. There is no wiggle-room. It’s like that math at issue. The answer is the answer. Truth is truth–or it isn’t.
Lord, help me to keep my bubble dead-center when your Spirit asks for my answers, cause I’m tired of shimming up to make myself look better.