When I started blogging I found the Spirit met me at the keyboard, at the explaining. The writing helped me untangle this messy life to find the threads that were covered in Glory. It is woven into the every day. That is just the way things are.
But lately, the Spirit has met me in the quiet. In the stillness. I have found increasingly the spirit tell me, shhh, this one is just. between. us.
And it is scary and strange because I have commited to living a transparent and authentic life.
And it is scary and strange because the writing often helps me remember, and I don’t want to forget these bits.
And it is scary and strange because that is what people like about my, my ease in vulnerability, my willingness to talk about it all. It is one of the things I most like about me.
But mostly, it is scary and strange because it is new and unfamiliar. Will this work?
I have a word for 2015. I am not sure I want it but I have one. I have told my husband, my writing group, my sisters. But I don’t think I am telling the whole world.
I need to be reminded of what I already know is true: Things that happen in the secret, just between my God and I…those things are real and beautiful too.