Dear Hilary, Love Hilary: The Plunge (A Guest Post)

This week I have the privilege of sharing my Life, Unmasked post over at Joy's space. I hope you join us over there, where we talk about the messy and real and all that God is doing in the midst of it.

Dear Hilary,

I avoid confrontation. When someone says something that irks me, I shrug it off. When I sense there is a problem between a friend and me I say nothing. I’d rather sit in silence, awkwardly holding our Starbucks cups, hoping that the tension will dissipate if I give it enough time. You wrote once that we had to do the awful, obedient things. I’m kind of wondering what the good is of confrontation. It just seems to make it harder. You have to say hard things. You have to watch your hard things land in the person’s lap. Why should I do it?

Love,

I’d-rather-hide-in-the-bathroom-than-confront-someone

Dear IRHITBTCS,

When I first started talking to someone about confrontation, this is what I said. “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” I sat on her couch and cried, and cried, and shook my head in this determined, no-way-in-hell-will-I-ever-ever-EVER-do-that way. 


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Love,
Hilary