My inspiration is John, the beloved disciple. When we studied this book last year, I noticed we do not see Jesus specifically calling him beloved. Instead, it seems as though John gave himself this name. Can you imagine feeling so close to your teacher, your leader, that you can say, "Hey guys, I know He is love and everything, but this Dude's really stoked about me!" I crave a similar intimacy (yet even as I type the word, I hope you're not getting all freaked out by it and thinking married-to-God, Mormonish type thoughts.)
Just this morning, however, a new roadblock went up. Maybe it's from watching Jesse on The Apprentice last night, trying so hard not to exploit his marriage to Sandra Bullock just to win a game show. Maybe it's another mental sabotage, I don't know. But I was woken from the climax of a dream early this morning, and I found myself playing Daniel, trying to interpret the dream and determine my own heart implication. And, as things often go during those little prayers, I found myself wanting to tell the story. My brain sort of went on autopilot and I started choosing all the best words, when it hit me. What are the things I should keep to myself? Are there secrets to be kept between me and God?
And that's where I'd like to end this post. About an hour later, here I am at the computer, typing away. I haven't told you everything, but there's something I'd like to hear from you. What's your answer to this question? How public do you think you should be when it comes to this relationship? Where do you draw the line? Seriously, I want to know. And I'd especially like to hear from those of you who "follow" my blog. You know who you are.