Mon, Feb 1, 7:00am
Lying in bed. I've been awake for half an hour, mentally chatting at the Lord, thinking about posts I've already put on the new blog, reviewing all the details in His presence. I've been lying here long enough.
I don't know I don't know I don't know. Is this what I should do, Lord? It feels WAY too intimate.
Just show what it is to hear My voice.
This is too much me. I'll talk about You. But this is way too much 'me' to be comfortable.
People need it.
I don't want to cheapen it [talking to You]. And transparency is one thing. But this. This is too much.
And My Son?
Jesus in Gethsemane: The Son of Man, utterly transparent. [My argument is effectively invalidated.]
They'll think I'm nuts.
Do I care?
[mental laughter] No. [very long pause] Okay, You win. And, yes, I'm getting up.