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Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Why Do I?
I'm sitting in Borders once again instead of Sunday School. Why? With good reason, I assure you. I get one hour when I'm alone and no one knows me. The baristas recognize me, sure. But I'm some place where the only ones who know me are me and God. And I can just be me. Just me. Why does this mean so much?
Why do I hide me away from people. I don't let them know what I'm thinking. I show them a veneer or a painting of me (not a Vermeer...) And when something slips out, people are surprised, shocked. And that always bumps my balance a bit.
And why not? Have I not cultivated this distance? And when a tendril of me slips across, I should not be surprised when people act surprised. They thought they were talking to someone else.
I do not have much of a filter too speak of. I have my own autobahn from my brain to my mouth. My best friend assures me that she loves this about me because she knows I'm real. And I have a couple of friends like her. And my kids get this too, and sometimes Bruce.
The reason is simple my friends. Fear. Fear of rejection. Of ridicule. Of misunderstanding. Of losing myself. Of finding my self.
And the answer is simple, too. Walk into the fire. And let go.
Right. Time for me to pack up and head over to church to meet my lovely girls.
Painting in place?
Why do I hide me away from people. I don't let them know what I'm thinking. I show them a veneer or a painting of me (not a Vermeer...) And when something slips out, people are surprised, shocked. And that always bumps my balance a bit.
And why not? Have I not cultivated this distance? And when a tendril of me slips across, I should not be surprised when people act surprised. They thought they were talking to someone else.
I do not have much of a filter too speak of. I have my own autobahn from my brain to my mouth. My best friend assures me that she loves this about me because she knows I'm real. And I have a couple of friends like her. And my kids get this too, and sometimes Bruce.
The reason is simple my friends. Fear. Fear of rejection. Of ridicule. Of misunderstanding. Of losing myself. Of finding my self.
And the answer is simple, too. Walk into the fire. And let go.
Right. Time for me to pack up and head over to church to meet my lovely girls.
Painting in place?
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