I am a person that people tell their stuff to. I have wondered how this happened to me--that people started telling me their problems. I don't think it's because I am some kind of all-knowing advice-giver. I don't think it's always because I am a good listener (still need some work there, too). It isn't because I am extra-spiritual or godly or holy (if only).
It might be because I am imperfect.
You heard me right. I am not perfect. I can easily admit to you that I struggle with controlling my words. With more difficulty, I admit that I struggle with all sorts of temptations. If Hugh Jackman brought me a giant plate of bacon right now, I would have a hard time remaining calm.
There is value in being real.
We are all longing for someone we can talk to. It's wonderful to think, This person gets me! And...still likes me!
Isn't that what we all want? I am like everyone else, and I hold things back. I don't necessarily want everyone to see how messy I really am. It's scary. But I do know that all of the genuine friendships I have are full of messiness and imperfection. Confessing things to one another really does help adjust our perspective. We are ALL struggling. Some people are good at hiding it. But no one has it together. And isn't that when God can get in there and do some of his best work?
Special thanks to Dan for the link to this song.