It's promised. "Come to me naked and bare before me and I will answer back with mercy and grace. I won't condemn you. I won't lash out in anger because you're my child," He says.
Opening up about the hard things is difficult for me. I tend to think I have a harder time of it than most; though I'm probably wrong. Rather than confront an issue or speak up when I'm upset, often times I will burry it and call it "letting it go."
But opening up about the hard things to the One who already knows them should be easy, right? Hardly.
In the confessing is the confrontation with reality. There's a a measure of denial that can take place when I never bring it up; even to God.
But. He knows.
The point isn't to clue Him in on my day like I would any other close friend. I don't bare my heart before Him because He can't read my signals.
I can't pretend to know why He desires us to open ourselves to Him. What I do know is the result.
The admission comes and immediately I'm drowning in His mercy. "I know. I still love you." I instantly feel as though I've been propelled into a deeper place with Him. A whole new level of intimacy. And I'm left wanting more and more of Him.
