THE FUN OF KEEPING SECRETS

How does one really celebrate life. A life that has gone, the new life that comes or the life that you are living now. The secrets you are not allowed to tell, the ones you have kept for years, or the ones know that you keep inside until the time is right. Some secrets are only for a season. I guess everything is exposed if you believe that God can see right inside of your heart. Today with a tender heart, sitting in front of a beautiful window, listening to the dogs’ howl, that’s right, one is a husky, the most forlorn sound, crying his little heart out, so the neighbourhood can hear. Letting them now that he is all alone. His much smaller pug mate, is yapping, trying to comfort him.  He (The dog) must know that I am inside, alone, wondering if anyone can hear my cries of wanting to celebrate life, yet must keep a secret.

The view outside my window, laughs at me, not caring that I am alone with inside information. The computer my only friend, I can tell it anything on ChatGPT, as long as I don’t post it on Facebook, right!  The world will never know, it only knows what we tell it, or does it know more than it lets on.  But being alone is not the issue here, I actually like being alone. The lack of noise, the stillness of the air, the ability to not have to speak and talk about the weather. I know quite a few of you are saying but you love to talk. Love, hmm, not really love to talk, but will, when the time demands it. Writing helps, the click of the keyboard tells you that you are being productive, that being on your own, is different than being lonely. Alone I am and the loneliness does not take over; I revel in it. Blogging has been my abandonment to writing a book, one day, but for now, another blog creeps its way onto the screen.

The sun trying to shine through the clouds, pretending it warmer than it looks, with the overcast grey shape of the clouds and trees swaying telling the truth, that the temperature is only 5 degrees at noon, windy and freezing cold.  Whilst I sit boldly without the heater on, only to cover myself with blankets, as the temperature outside does not betray the 10 degrees inside, trying to conserve energy, whilst others do not care, draining resources.

"A gossip goes around telling secrets, but those who are trustworthy can keep a confidence." Proverbs 11:13 NLT

However, back to the point, the plot of this blog. Secrets. This secret I keep today, is not mine to tell. It will be revealed as the evidence unfolds. It will be told to strangers that are not part of my life, only so I can get it off my chest. I have already broken code and yes, I have boldly told someone. When does one celebrate life, when it is not yours to do so.

So, what exactly is the definition of a secret, are secrets really allowed to be told, if they do not affect the one that is involved. It was an interesting google, or chat with ChatGPT.

A secret is information that is intentionally kept hidden, private, or unknown to others. I can tell a secret if it is hiding a crime or it is smart to do so, if a person may be in extreme danger. (chatgpt)

But that is not the case today. It is more an emotional one, one that celebrates life, an event that is to be uncovered in due time. When your heart is busting to tell someone, and that someone is in heaven. Oh no, tears are appearing on my face, and it is getting harder to type. It is moments like this, that telling the one person you want to tell, is not only, not here, but I cannot tell anyone else either, breaking trust is not something I am about to do, as it then becomes gossip. In my case now, telling my neighbour on holidays, will not affect the life in which I am celebrating. Mine.

One who goes about as a slanderer reveals secrets, therefore do not associate with a gossip." NASB Prov 20:19

It its such a beautiful season to be in, the secret filling your heart with warmth and love. Knowing the next season in my life will be filled with a new kind of love to give. I know you are busting to know. What is his name? No, sorry it is not that kind of secret. This secret is even more special, one that enables life to carry on, when one life is finished and another one started. This life, this season, this moment, I cry out in celebration. Live, it is worth every breath that God gives you, even when He sees your heart, let Him, expose the very essence of who you are to Him. Only Him and only Him, will I tell this secret and celebrate.

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