Becoming transparent {notes from my private journal}?
This morning I sat in the backyard, it's breezy and cool. Just the kind of weather I like. The tree leaves are falling, green slowly turns to brown, the birds faintly chirp, dishes are clinging from the children eating breakfast, their voices carrying and I know, "Life is good." Today is my mother's birthday and I thank God for allowing us to all be here to enjoy and participate in it. With legs propped I pen, Dear Journal today I feel a huge burden lifted off me. Why? Well... I made myself transparent. Vulnerable. I did so not knowing the outcome. People say to me, "You shouldn't like him, look at how he treats you, or you shouldn't like her, look at what she has done to you." This morning I think, "Wow. Jesus shouldn't like me. Look at what I've done to Him." Then I smile and think, "Jesus doesn't like me. Jesus loves me this I know— for the Bible tells me so." And I understand how only LOVE ca...