April 15, 2013

The Only Secret In This House Is Victoria's Secret!

I hate secrets, more than anyone could ever imagine. 

I hate them more than the lines at Walmart registers on a Saturday.
There are still secrets regarding my adoption. Recently one was revealed to me that has been kept for all this time. It was assumed that it was the revelation of the secret that upset me, but that is not the case. What hurts isn't what I do know but what I still don't know. 

Information is readily known, yet it is kept from me.

Photo Credit: Paulius, Creative Commons

Unless you have gone through this, it's hard to understand why it hurts so much. 

Because I’ve seen the destructive power of secrets firsthand, I’ve chosen to not live with any secrets as far as it depends on me. 

I am completely open with my kids.  I’m the same person at home as I am at church, or the store. 

I will always err on the side of embarrassing my family rather than keep a skeleton in my closet. Get the skeletons out of your closet! Make more room for important things, like shoes and purses!! Priorities, people!!

 One time I was in a disagreement with an extended family member and they said, “How would you like everything about you to be exposed?” I said, “Awesome! There’s nothing I don’t put out there for everybody to hear or see. I’m an open book.”

 That didn’t go over too well. They thought some things should be kept a secret, “for the good of all concerned.” The only issue with that is, it’s not good for all concerned. We’re only as sick as our secrets.

People who aren't living in truth are the only ones worried about things being revealed. If you hide nothing, you don't have to worry about exposure.

I am grateful that God Himself will right this wrong.

 "For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open." Luke 8:17

Just a matter of time.

So call me crazy, but I was just telling my friend LauraDennis  that I am praying that God will give me a word of knowledge and reveal everything about my situation. 

In past times of prayer, He told me my husband’s name, and bedroom color. And lots more stuff besides. 

Yeah, I know some people will think that officially makes me a charismatic fruitloop. It’s okay.

I believe. 
I have hope.