Bare
Sure there is an element of baring myself as I write, but I can focus on just writing to a friend, and I won't worry about my words as I fill a blank space. No, for me there is a place where I feel more bare, exposed, than even this world of writing and expressing my own self to the world.
Those quiet times with my Lord.
Those times when I can steal away from the noise of the world and really sit with Him.
I have no problem with the moments I spend in His Word, soaking in His wisdom. It's the moments of prayer that follow, the other side of our conversation.
The parts where I admit all that I am to Him. The times when I allow myself to voice the fears and dreams I have. The seconds where I sit silently allowing His whisper to soothe my newly bared self.
There is nothing that compares to this quiet time - that is why is so essential to a rooted faith. But the feelings that coming with exposing, baring, myself to Him, they have yet to fade away... which is funny, since He already knows.
