Dancing around naked

Why is it that when I risk asking people to meet my needs, I feel like I'm dancing around naked?  I sent the invite for Easter.  Some read.  Some declined.  Some didn't answer.  Some haven't seen it yet.  But, while I wait, I feel exposed.  Like I risked more than anyone can possibly know.  Like I want to try and move forward but somehow it is hinged on others allowing it too...on meeting me in this new place.
David danced naked before the Lord.  I have this sense of being before God and just putting it all out there.  My hopes, my failures, my needs, my wants....and trusting that some will still accept me where I am now.
I guess it was extra hard because I realized that we hadn't BEEN invited.  That realization didn't come until after I had written my own invite.  That made me feel even more vulnerable.  So, here I am. Vulnerable.  And I choose that over hardened.  Over cynical.  Over hopeless.  I choose to move on.  To go forward.  To hope.  To believe in the whole story of faith.  Of the Resurrection and how that changed the whole world.  And I choose to allow that "fearless" word that was given to me this year to lead out.  There have been mountains.  And valleys.  And storms.  Yet, here I am.  God is faithful.  Completely. Though I feel naked.
blessings.