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Why I Can't Trust Myself, and Why that Has to Stop
It is time for me to admit I have no answers. To admit that I am not yet free. Confession: I hurt people around me. And I do this by idolizing myself. And success. And being right.When the self is an idol, the whole world, the way I perceive it, is warped. Even now I struggle to trust my own words, my feelings, my voice--a deep-seeded wound I thought was uprooted years ago. I don't know if I can trust myself.I know I can't. Not yet.
the cost of fake community: a short rant
The uncomfortableness starts in my chest. A feeling unclear, but decided. I am lonely, in a room of women who for years, I call friends.I am convinced there is opposition to connection--opposition to vulnerability, a digging in and asking God to lead, to show what He has.But rather than do that--seek God, we get in our own way to freedom. We get in the way of a life that, while not immune to superficiality, insists on playing it safe.
Look up, my darling, look up.
When I hear Him, this space I’m in, at this plain wooden table, this window with the cobwebs at the corner of the metal screen, this soft rumble of washing machine, this smell of wet dog near my feet, I study the room, looking for clues for what is different.
All is different? No, all is the same.