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)