Here's a dilemma. We all have somewhat of a sordid past, at least most all of us. Now that we've grown and have children, they're curious as to what we did when we were their age and, even worse, teenagers. We can't lie to our kids, but just how much do we share? My DS has directed some really specific and personal questions my way lately that I wasn't prepared to answer. So how should I have responded? Also, another part of this dilemma is that I know God can use my past to help others. However, I haven't shared it with most people I know these days because I'm concerned the information will somehow get back to my kids, who are not ready to know such things about their mom (oooo - I've really got you curious now, haven't I?). So what to do? Just how much information is too much information (TMI) for our kids?
Here's something else on my mind, although not so much a dilemma. Have you ever had a dream so disturbing that you couldn't get it out of your mind? You wanted to talk about it to someone hoping that would help, but at the same time you were afraid that if you verbalized it would somehow make it come true? I know, childish, isn't it? But that's where I am this morning.