I don’t let many in on my thoughts or feelings. Over the years, it seems a bit safer. I don’t know about you, but it’s how I’ve become.
I kind of think of myself like a glass jar. If I’m transparent, a little tap will break it, spoiling everything inside.
But then, I think of bullet-proof glass. It’s as clear, and yet the contents are protected. Completely.
Jesus has promised this kind of protection, although I’m slow to embrace it.
“The Lord is the strength of my life, of whom shall I be afraid?”
Dave “Tud” Nance