Secrets. Remarkable things they are. It used to be that when people asked me about what deep dark secrets I had, I had nothing to say. Simply nothing. My life has pretty much been an open book. I had nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to really make people raise their eyebrows or drop their jaws.

However, things change. Shocking reality, aye? Well, they do. And I've learned, the hard way actually, that sometimes, it's better to just shut up about stuff rather than hoping somehow that somebody will understand. So, I'm learning to put a sock in it every time I'm tempted to run my trap. Honestly though, I was starting to feel guilty...if I'm not doing anything wrong, then what's there to hide, right? Wrong.

See, I'm waiting. Waiting for God's time in the two most important areas of my life right now. And not only am I learning patience, I'm also learning silence. All of a sudden, "Be still and know that I am God" makes a world of sense. Elisabeth Elliot says this: "Waiting silently is the hardest thing of all...But the things that we feel most deeply we ought to learn to be silent about, at least until we have talked them over thoroughly with God."

In His time, He makes all things beautiful.

Beni