If I could compare my current state of needing to confess, I should likely compare it to a small child's need to pee: it's there, and it's coming out, and not necessarily at a controlled or decided time. I tend to word vomit my short-comings, my hardships, my thoughts as if saying them fixes them, saves me, or makes them more valid.
SOMETIMES nothing is more beautiful than a secret. A nasty thought, well, needless to say- keep it out of your mouth. An intimate experience with God- good secret. Speaking with God is supposed to be personal and deep- I feel like when I tell the world about it I bastardize it and make it cheap and accessible- like I'm whoring my thoughts, my oppinions and my experiences all of the time.
Indeed, sometimes, nothing is more beautiful than a secret....I plan to have a lot of them.
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