"Behind the Blinds"

I ask God a lot of questions on the daily. But I've noticed recently that God often asks questions, not because He needs information or doesn't know…it's because often, I'm not asking the questions that I need to be asking.

Do you want to get well?

I'm not sure if I can handle confronting the mess that's in my heart and mind. What if it's too much? What if it can't be fixed? If I pull back the curtains and let others see where I am, they might all leave. I'm extra, you know. Of course, you know….you made me.

You made me.

You know me.

You love me.

You love all of me.

You love the extra.

You love the scars.

You can make something of that, can't you?

You sure can.

I do want to get well. Please don't leave me while I walk through the waste land of my own brokenness.