True Confession

There’s a reason my blogs do not appear in your mailbox.

I don’t like to write them.

Yes, there it is in black and white for all the world to see. “Wait!” I hear you say. “You’re a writer who doesn’t like to write? Makes no sense.” Operative word—BLOGS. I love writing novels, letters, and chatty emails. So what’s the difference?

Vulnerability. After deep thought, asking myself to dig deeper and applying Polonius’s words from Hamlet by Shakespeare, “To thine own self be true.”, I realized blogs reveal who I am—risky business for this introvert—in a way other writing does not. Novels allow me to don the masks of my characters whether they are kind and gentle or vicious little snobs—I do admit to being a coffee cream snob.

Do you know what’s connected with fear of being vulnerable? Pride. Ouch. If you know too much about me, you’ll see a plethora of failures—as a friend, wife, mother, etc. Then, you might not like me and decide not to read my blogs! So why write them? Why not just help keep your mailbox empty and protect myself?

Sigh. Loud dramatic sigh. That was the plan until the most recent conference I attended when the Lord pulled my grimy little hands away from my ears and said—I’m paraphrasing—”Get over it.”

So, being a compliant person—stop laughing—more blogs will begin to appear in your mailbox. I won’t go crazy. There will not be one each day or probably not even every week, but there will be an increase.

Please still like me.

7 Comments

Barbara on May 2, 2023 at 10:01 am

Thank you for being transparent. Your vulnerability makes you a safe friend and allows God’s grace to shine through your cracks. No one needs a flawless friend; everyone needs a friend who reveals the grace of the One who is the Lover of our souls.Thank you!