N.J. Lindquist has an excellent post over at the blog for Canadian Authors Who Are Christian. It's about our fears and a sense she has that something is missing from her life and probably from yours and mine, too. Read the whole thing.
What a strange idea. To think that my greatest fear might be the fear of you? Ridiculous....
The funny thing is I don't feel God's peace in this area. I feel...longing. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could talk to each other? I mean, really talk. And I wouldn't have to be afraid that you would think I was stupid, or peculiar, or not a good enough Christian. Wouldn't it be great if we could let our guards down and I could learn from you and you could learn from me—and we could even help each other in practical ways? No jealousy or pettiness or envy or shame—just help each other. You know—like Jesus would.
Why does the mere idea stir something deep within my heart? Like embers beginning to glow. It would be so great to know you really cared. That you knew all about me and still cared. And we wouldn't have to fear each other.
One of these days, one of us will have to make the first move.