For months now I have laid my soul bare on the pages of this blog. All of my fears, my hopes, my dreams just pouring out of my fingers. I have laid bare some of the darkest corners of my heart, the messy, cob-webby and ugly places that haunt me.
Those places that for far too long I have covered with the shroud of "I'm fine" or "everything is okay." And dusting off those corners, uncovering what truly beats, what pulses in my being is an act of courage and a test of bravery.
Laying it all bare, every dirty, ugly scrap of what I hide behind and from is so hard. And how come I can extend grace so easily to others and yet, at the same time be hardest on myself. Constantly badgering, nagging and willing my spirit into a submission of hidden fears.
It stops, this drive me crazy until I'm dizzy, insanity of hiding who God made me to be, it stops today. That heap, that stained heap from my secret places? It's there at the foot of the cross covered with the blood, the scars, the wounded side of my Saviour. It is covered by His grace.
I no longer lay claim to it, I no longer allow it to consume my joy! I am free, my heart stripped bare and free to worship and live life fully and completely.
Five Minutes, every Friday. Five minutes, one word and no thinking. Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker and the gals from Five Minute Friday.