Maybe the only person I can be completely real with throughout my whole life is Jesus. I don’t know. I do know that I can trust him though. I can tell him anything. It’s pretty much a given that he won’t betray my confidences. He looks into my eyes and he understands. Nothing I can do or say will horrify him or make him want to turn away. That’s all he wants from me: that trust. It’s the best and only thing I can ever give him. My heart is like a tiny fragile bird he holds in his hand. It can be crushed so easily, but he protects and treasures it, he keeps it safe at all costs. He doesn’t treat it casually or toss it aside when he gets bored.
I’m thinking that as I start to understand his fiercely loyal and protective love for me, I can begin to know who I really am and what I am worth.
Honestly, this is a little too big for me to even think about.