Last month, I went to a women’s brunch. A friend of mine was speaking. The last time I heard her speak to a group of women was in 2006. Back then, she talked about brokenness, reconciliation and a stolen stereo. I remember it well because her story resonated with mine.
It was a beautiful spring day. The opportunity had come, the timing was more than right. It was perfect. I knew I had enough courage to follow through with it—not because of my own doing, but because of the strength given by Almighty God. It is a journey I look back on often, as a reminder of his faithfulness.
Hello! Happy New Year! I’m only 33 days late. Are you surprised? I’ve had so much to say, but so little time to say it, which is probably a good thing. I am ALL FOR the sharing of our hearts and minds and think it is good + right to stand up for what we believe in. I never did get around to sharing my thoughts on the American flag, why black lives actually do matter and whether or not I think George Dubya is a drunk or just a silly old man.
Well, I did it! I made it to the last day in the Write 31 Days Challenge. I’m already looking forward to next year! I’m not sure if I’ll continue my series on Writing Naked or come up with something new altogether. The challenge of writing 31 blog posts (in my case, 30) was so much harder than I thought it would be.
It’s Day 30. I can’t believe this thing is almost over. I came across this little saying recently and it made me laugh. “Never tell your problems to anyone-20% don’t care and the other 80% are glad you have them.” This could very well be true, but it doesn’t stop me from sharing my life-the good, the bad and the ugly. If anything, I’ve learned a lot about myself over these last 30 days.
Blast. I’m behind again. It’s Day 28 and my last two days have gone unpublished. I gotta get caught up because I want to finish on time! If I can do that, then it will mean I’ve improved on the whole late thang, right? Yep, right. It’s a good thing I have my own blog. I can do this 31-day thing however I want.
I’ve been staying up WAY too late. I really should be in bed, but I’ve been watching a little too much TV, and then there’s this forced blogging thing. I know it’s hard to believe, but I really don’t have anything good to say. I don’t have much in the way of naked writing either, but I need a break. Let’s talk about TV.
Okay enough about me and my security issues. Let’s talk about Jesus and his security. Yeah I know. Jesus, God, God, Jesus. Still. Actually, I shouldn’t assume everyone reading this believes Jesus was or is God, but even if you believe he was just a man, you can learn from his ability to handle criticism.
Today, I’m going to talk more about insecurity. I wish I could claim how secure I am as a person <especially now that I’m forty, but it’s just not the case. If you are wondering why I’m sharing this about myself, maybe this blog isn’t for you or maybe it is or maybe you forgot I’m writing naked.