Becoming Real can Be Messy

I hate messy!

So why am I a therapist?

That's different. I'm good at professionally helping people find themselves and fix their issues.

But I don't like it when my kids are messy, or my friends are messy. They don't come to me asking for help. They don't show me their vulnerability. They want me to think they have it all together. Shoot, they don't even know they have issues! Don't even know they live in hell.

And yet I'm called to love them.

How?

Do I have to just trust them? Like what I can like and love the rest?

Really?

I can't even tell them what I see?

No? Not unless they ask?

God this is too hard!

This is what You do? Really?

I can't do this. I don't want to.

"That is exactly why you have to let me do it for you...and I can...if you let me."

But I don't want to.

"But you can choose, and I will do the rest."

I can't be God in their lives?

"No, you can't, because you can't. You just can't. It makes you uptight and stressed. And it sounds judgmental coming from you--unless you don't know you are speaking for Me."

I don't get that. I don't know how to love like that.

"You just need to help them see Me by making them feel valued. Choose value. I'll do the rest."