Unveiling Unraveling Undoing

I was tagged a while back by Warm Pie Happy Home to tell you six radom things or habits about myself. If you've been following, you know that it's become my "thing" to use these tags to be revealing... Here's something I know: Unveiling ourselves to loved ones can strengthen relationships, bring endearment. Here's six things that I don't know or that I am not: (like my little twist on the tag?)

1) I don't know if it's the unveiling that delights readers or the appearance of unraveling and I am not unraveling... at least not all the way off the spool. In fact, I've been accused on occassion of being too tightly wound. But today, let me loosen the links on that chain satan likes to tie me up with...

2) I don't like to talk about satan or revelations or the end of the world or the anti-christ. I think it freaks people out and makes us think of wierdo cults and I'm not in one of those... Just a sinner in front of a holy God... too scared sometimes... too weak sometimes... too worried about what other people might think... too ashamed to admit that I think I'm in over my head... that maybe I've let my blog be more consuming than my relationship with Him.

3) I don't know how to dance but I wish I did! S-o-m-e-d-a-y I WILL dance! In my heart, I dance all the time. But in my body, I'm too embarassed. Someday I want to dance for the Lord, like my mom did. In the shower I sign and sing... but only in the shower. But someday I'm going to take a worship sign language class because there's leaping in my heart when I sing to Him and my hands just have to DO something! Someday maybe my feet will follow.

4) I am not a bad mom and I will not lose my children and I will not be afraid of that any longer. Even though today my son yelled out to the kitchen, "My dad's outside"... "and he's got that lady from court with him"... And I experienced palpatations and ran up the stairs like a cowering puppy. But, you know what? It wasn't him and they weren't coming to my house and I stood there shaking my head at my own weakness. Silly me. Silly weak me.

5) I don't know if my son has lied to me today. I want to trust him but having been there myself, I'm wary. This business of raising children may just be the un-doing of me. I see myself in each one of them. 4 little mirrors. Perhaps that's why I'm suspicious... because I have acted suspiciously at this age and at that age and barely just before todays age. Oh, it's nearly an ache... my whole being wants to see them become Godly adults... And I have to be that in front of them. Un-doing! Here's a link to a great song about being undone (thank you, Phyllis).

6) I am not who I used to be and I will lift my head because He IS undoing me. Some would say, "Polly, you don't have to talk about what you used to be because God sees a new, clean you"... But I talk about that me because the new me is overflowingly happy! Being undone... unveiled... It's a gift!