Poker Face

Interesting what God deals you in life.  Up until this point I have not been too impressed with all my cards.  Yeah there's that occasional royal flush that brings in the big dough, but in general I find myself folding a lot.  I mean if you are sitting on a 2 and 3 off suit, chances are you are going to tank if you go all in.  So I remain very cautious and guarded, holding my hand close to my chest and giving no indication physically or emotionally what I have been dealt. Until recently.  It started with sharing with my Sunday school class that I am Bipolar after I had to make a quick exit in tears from a panic attack.  Until that point they saw me as the bubbly newcomer with a loving husband and two adorable twins.  Oh, I was so good with the poker face.  I had it mastered and they were absolutely clueless, but then the cards that came my way were more than disappointing and I was losing terribly.  So I told them all what I was dealing with and when the chips were down they lent me some of their's so I could get back into the game.  They pray for me, offer to make meals, watch the kids, clean my house, and just sit with me in my time of need.  While I have not taken them up on all of these services it's nice to know that they are there for me and that they love me unconditionally.  So I have done something with them that I have done with no other human being other than my husband...I became vulnerable.  Exposing myself like I walked out the door with out pants on, except this time I was not embarrassed by what they saw.  And so my story really begins and the cards are being dealt for all to see....