The sad truth about ourselves is that we don’t get to “happy are those” until our bodies have done some wasting away. It comes from being so good at hiding iniquity or living “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” even though we've never left home. Hopefully sooner, rather than later, we come to our senses and realize that acknowledging our deceit has a direct effect on whether we live as “happy are those” or as those who are “dried up as in the heat of summer.” That is the gift of groaning all day long for if we were not made uncomfortable by a hand heavy upon us our ignorance would grow content with the bit and be curbed only when caught by torment or trouble. And so “happy are those” who both hear and tell the truth about themselves and determine to be less stubborn next time so that their groaning will give way to glad cries of deliverance.
And when we wake up and acknowledge the lies, what then? How do we know a sneaky lie the next time? There is discernment, there is experience, there is a lesson learned the hard way, but how can we know IN ADVANCE how to escape the lie? To not fall again? Can we accept the truth without first suffering from the initial "sad truth?" Been looking for that answer for a while now.
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