Friday, April 22, 2011

my happy life

I have an honesty problem. When I write here, it helps me to work out the stories that haunt me, the past I have overcome and the future that can be so daunting. I write from my heart and my words are like purging when I have taken in too much to handle.
These lights that begin dimly can grow so bright, like spotlights on faults and weakness. I like those lights, they help me grow. I am not always aware the way they come across or how they can affect the ones I love.
So, sometimes, I write about past relationships in ways that may invigorate me, but pain others to read. I tell my story to anyone who wants to hear it. That story has a struggle in it that is particularly painful to those closest to me. On my part, I feel it needs to be told. Maybe I am too graphic or I expose myself to you and don't think about how it may make you feel. I don't want to hold back or censor myself and I won't.
These words I put out here are not always for the faint of heart or the sensitive, they just are. If I offend you or if you closely scrutinize them and think I have told too much, I am sorry for the way you feel. I know there is a purpose to it all and the whole story has yet to be written. I can't wait to see how it unfolds!

John 4:41, "And because of his words many more became believers." (NIV)

1 comment:

  1. don't hide it. let yourself be the writer YOU want to be. putting it all out there can be hard, and sometimes you may feel naked, but you could be helping someone else at the same time. keep up the nice work.