I've never been very good at keeping my own secrets.
My friends secrets? I can take with me to the grave.
Surprises? My lips are sealed tight.
But when it comes to intimate details about my own life, I tend to blab to anyone that will listen.
It all started off when I was in second grade, and I was banned by my mother from going to the guidance counselor's office because I'd made too many visits during allotted class time. She had puppets, and she let me talk as much as I wanted.
I was always the first to confess who I had a crush on at middle school sleepovers, usually after the sugar high wore off . We would be crowding around the desktop in the house, waiting for the internet to dial up so we could IM with the "cutest boy in school" and I would just, spill my guts.
I was that girl that filled out the surveys on myspace, and wrote "deep, soul searching" blog posts that usually revolved around relationships that I hadn't experienced quite yet. (For purposes of being transparent, here's is the link to my myspace that I embarrassingly found).
If you ask, I'm usually willing to share. No part of my life is extremely off limits. I'm willing to talk about my small successes, big defeats, and embarrassing moments with anyone willing to listen.
But somehow, in my prayer life, and in my relationship with God, I am extremely picky in the things that I pray about.
Relationships? Check.
Career choices? Check.
Major heartbreaks? Check.
Deepest desires of my heart? Check.
Small, everyday things that I would get advice about from every stranger I passed on the street?...Not so much.
God desires us to talk to Him about the big things. He wants to know the deepest desires of our hearts, help us make tough decisions, and lead us to a path that is ultimately pleasing to Him.
But he also wants us to talk to him about the little things too.
The girl that annoyed you in class today.
The fact that you feel fat and not so pretty sometimes.
Or to overanalyze the text message that came from the cute guy down the hall.
All the kind of things that you would want to tell your best friend, or your sister, or your Dad.
Your Abba.
Your Heavenly Father.
God desires that kind of relationship with us. A relationship that consists of coming to Him with the good,
the bad,
the petty,
the funny,
the embarrassing,
and everything in between.
And as I read this prayer from David tonight, I was ever grateful that I had a God that even cares enough that he would want me to pour my heart out to him, no matter the situation.
Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him,for God is our refuge.
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