I am opening this tender, tender spot in me. It is absolutely terrifying.
When I think about opening it to anybody but the one person I’ve opened it to before, I cry.
When I think about the person that somehow was able to instantly access that part of me, on a very visceral level, I cry, too.
I don’t want to open that part of me.
No one is supposed to even know it’s there.
It’s so vulnerable.
And yet, somehow opening it to lay bare at the feet of God’s creation, for everyone to step on or to admire it, seems like my task.
between 22 and 27 of March 2014