Fighting with myself

I’m a writer. I write. I write what flows through me. What I hear in my soul. In my heart. What comes to mind. I write for me. From God – to me. Not to impress, please or be noticed. 

But I fight that everyday. I want attention. I want to be reposted, complimented and feel important. I fight it. Everyday. 
 
“I want you God. Not people.

 But I find myself wanting attention from them.” 

“Daughter, when you are naked, when you are exposed, when you are nothing – no one can see you – they see Me. Be vulnerable, be open, be you. I’ll do the rest.”

So I don’t fight it. I can’t. I’m unable to win. I have to lose. I have to die. I can’t try to look good. And I can’t even do any of this – even THAT I’m incapable of. All I can do is ask my God (my Dad) to hold me and then keep running back to Him. 

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About Michelle

I'm Michelle. I'm an extrovert city girl who grew up in the beautiful farm country of the East Coast and moved to Houston Texas 6 years ago. Stepping out, being known and letting myself be seen are some of the scariest and most frightening things I’ve done and that's what my blog is about. View all posts by Michelle

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