And really, I have no choice.
This girl can't hide her emotions or slap a false one on her face. Sometimes I wish I wasn't that way.
Excitement and fear stress me out in equal ways. I wonder why.
My heart clings too tightly to things.
I have a boss who reminds me of this. Often.
Words find me that talk of freedom in living our uniquely created stories. And of the grace of peace.
Yet, too often I want to shirk back and hide. Sometimes from myself.
I get all excited to share fully and freely.
And then embarrassment finds me.
This is all Real living in its fullness.
Questioning ourselves. Each other. Him.
It's natural. It's common. It's acceptable.
We tell ourselves this. We look for affirmation.
There's a Realness that's different, though. It's hard to describe.
Easy to sense when I'm paying attention.
When I listen, I hear Him.
The peace He gives changes every. thing.
All those fears I manipulate and wrestle with are real. But so is He.
I choose to focus here today. On His Real-ness. In every. way.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."