I'm in therapy. Not because I'm nuts - that's a whole different issue. But because my husband and I are working through some difficult, tough, messy, painful things.
I have to say - it stinks. I hate being prodded and examined. My entire life opened up for the counselor to inspect and poke and analyze.
Put the wall up! Don't let anyone in here!
But, alas, that doesn't work. So I can fight it, or I can surrender to the process. Open up willingly. Let the searchlights scan every nook and cranny. Find the junk and get it out. Because, truth is, we all have junk. I have to see this as a wonderful opportunity to get that junk taken care of. Call the waste management people, (also known as garbage men) to carry it away.
I have been given an opportunity to go deeper. To gain a greater understanding of myself. To change. To grow. And most importantly, to let God in further, to let Him make His presence more firmly entrenched in me. To let Him do the work of conforming me more to His likeness.
So, I say
we are now