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.
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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.
My sister bought me a stuffed bear for my 9th birthday. I loved that teddy bear and slept with it most every night. I took it with me to sleepovers, and as I got older, to summer camp. I still make room for that bear in my bed. I’m surprised it doesn’t look as old as it is. We both should have more wrinkles than we do.
Guys, I’m exhausted. I haven’t done much naked writing lately. I was totally going to, but I watched a PG Movie with the family tonight instead. This post is going to be short and sweet or maybe just short, you get to decide. It’s a free country <Let’s hope it stays that way.
I need a good night’s sleep. Rather than digging deep and trying to come up with something good to say, I am sharing another poem. I wrote this one about ten years ago. It’s about seeking guidance, wisdom and discernment. It is a good reminder for me to trust God, maybe it is a good reminder for you too! Am I cheating on this 31-day writing thing? Maybe, maybe not. I still got another ten days. Next, I plan to write about insecurity <an absolute favorite topic of mine. Bravery too. So stay tuned.
Tonight I’m relyin’ on a poem I wrote in 2007. It’s called The Voice. Funny thing is, I just got done binge watching the TV show. I am nearly caught up. Who do you think is going to win? I think Way [spelled We] is going all the way. I think she has an amazing voice. As for my poem, it’s about overcoming negative self talk.
I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I’m disappointed. I hate to be a downer on my birthday (it was a good day by the way) but it’s the truth. I’m tired because I haven’t been taking very good care of myself. I’m frustrated because I haven’t been able to write like I’ve been wanting to and I’m disappointed because my hope was to write an a-MA-zing blog post on my birthday and well, that’s not gonna happen.