The Simple Truth vs. A Million Little Pieces and Oprah

As a memoirist, I must recount the simple truth. Mine is not to spin some tale woven from tattered and fabricated lives.

I must recount the simple truth with myself as the core of the apple eaten in my own Eden and with God as the vine on which it grows.

The simple truth, wrapped in moments I actually lived, and I am to rely on those moments to speak universal truth into your life. Thus, it gives both you and me clarity and purpose.

The simple truth sequestered in my mind until birthed onto pages and allowed to flourish and bear fruit in the light of day.

Truth is THE essence and not a by-product strained from lies.

It is not the Oprahs or the New York Times bestseller lists that we’re to seek, fear, or allow to define us—but God—only God.

It is our responsibility to tell the simple truth and nothing but the truth—so help us, God.

’Tis a sacred trust of which each of us will stand alone and accountable before God—on some preordained day.

As memoirists, we’d do well to etch Galatians 1:10 into our hearts, “Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God? Or am I trying to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ.” (New International Version)

© 2006, Stanice Anderson, Inspirational Speaker and Author of I Say A Prayer For Me: One Woman’s Life of Faith and Triumph, Walk Worthy Press/ Warner Books, www.stanice.com