Inside the hundred year old house, we have ourselves a grown-up girl slumber party. We talk late into the night about marriage, parenting, the good and hard around both. So many places to go wrong, so many prayers for God to make right. I laugh to myself thinking old or young, some things for girls don’t change: We still want to share our secrets.
I sit on the sofa with legs folded beside me. I sip my drink and wonder what makes me so willing to spill the deep-down fears out all messy-like in front of a few while remaining quiet in front of most. Oh sure, pride can make me want to project an image of having it all together more than I do. But if you’re a regular ’round these parts, you know I’m just not into presenting a shiny, photoshopped version of myself. I try to balance sharing my junk without oversharing the inappropriate. Discernment is a good thing.
But how do I discern who visits the interiors of my life and who doesn’t? I read Jesus’ prayer in John, and I think it gives the answer,
Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory…”
Those who sit with me where I am are those who hear my secrets. They don’t act like they are ahead of little ol’ me while rolling their eyes and tapping their self-righteous little toe. They don’t act like they are behind me by making it all about them or allowing my stuff to make them feel small. They sit smack-dab next to me, holding my hand while encouraging my heart.
And when this happens, they have my trust.
Jesus wants us with Him where He is, wherever He asks us to go. God places people in our lives then asks us to meet them where they are. To love them right where they are, not where I wish they were. May I do this better everyday, sit beside those and listen to their secrets. And may the glory of Jesus shine through the sharing and the trusting.