Day 58: Irrational Fear

I'm going to be a little. . . oh whats the word. Candid will do (Thanks 1828). I'm going to be rather candid and this will probably be followed by my ego screaming in pain as it dies a horrible death.

I've always been a little afraid of being prayed for. Now I basically relied on being prayed for for my prayer life because prayer just wasn't my deal. If you don't pray, you can always get someone else to pray and intercede for you. Yes! BUT. If someone lays hands on you and they start hearing from God, then whoosh God's business of revelation is open for. . . business (Dangit! I was hoping for something more original). And while God revealing things to me is totally awesome and welcome with six open arms (Go Spidey!), I just didnt want anything being revealed to anyone else. . . like the person praying for me. I liked my skeletons in the closet where they were.

Now I wasn't so afraid as to never let anyone pray for me, because when people praying for you is your prayer life, it's kind of a necessity. So people prayed for me, laid hands, the whole bit, and nothing has ever been said about any skeletons in the closet except what I tell people in day-to-day conversations.

I was thinking about all this and it hit me. I shouldn't be afraid of skeletons in the closet. The whole process of rebirth is to start over with a clean slate, so the skeletons really aren't all there even. Therein, I feel incredibly silly. Now just because they aren't there to lord over doesn't mean I come clean and air everything on this blog, because that would be even sillier, but I guess I'm not as afraid anymore.

In other news, things are going beautifully with. . . well, with everything. It's amazing what turning things over to God can do.