Insecurity

Sometimes, we all want to be that popular kid, the one with all the friends.
I've never been that kid.
I've never been that adult.
Sure I have friends.
But do they know the real me?
Would they still like me if they knew all my dark little secrets?
My dark little sins?
My dark big sins?
Would they be embarrassed of me?
Would they stand by me if they knew what I really believe?
What I really think?
Who I really am?
What's the make-up of my being?
What am I made of?
Sugar and spice and everything nice?
What are my values and what does that say about me as a person?
As a Christian?
As a mother?
As a wife?
As a daughter of the MOST HIGH GOD?
As a friend.
As a follower.

I don't know the answer, exactly.
But I know my Father does.
He loves me no matter what.
And He knows EVERYTHING.