It’s 9:15 p.m. I am really ready for bed… yet it seems crazy to go to bed already! I love my quiet time at night.
My friends that blog… often mention the feeling of frustration of writing a blog… the feeling of, at times, being censored. I never understood that until today.
My blog is a place for my thoughts and feelings… the good in me, the bad in me and the ugly.
I am not perfect. I am real. My emotions are true. I apologize if they aren’t Christ-like. Yet I am just a work in progress.
Even Jesus got mad at those that defiled something sacred to Him.
I am frustrated.
If you have a comment… why not just tell me?
Please.
I have lots of things running through my mind…
I love you visiting… and thank you for it.
Yet… this is a place where I work it out.
If you read something bothersome… please comment.
Or
give me space to work it out.
This blog applies to perhaps just a couple of folks…
that may have been offended by some content.
So…
Sorry. .. I have to say that my thoughts are only MY thoughts…
not that of my kids, hubby, family, friends, school, church, work or that of my community….
does that exempt everyone?
PS… Joel, this isn’t to or about you. 🙂
Well I hope I didn’t say anything , because i have never found anything you say offensive. If I did I would message you privately I will pray for you and those that think, we should be perfect Christians. in God’s Word He say’s” He perfects that which concerns me” found in Psalms. it doesn’t mean we are perfect or obtain perfection in this life but that we are a work in progress. That is why Jesus who died for us gave us grace and mercy and forgiveness.
Reema in noway do I expect you to be perfect and these are your thoughts not mine or anyone else. I love it that you are sharing your life with all of us.
never you tovah! You rock! 🙂 xoxo
I completely relate to those feelings of frustration, because I feel like I have to self-censor in order not to unintentionally touch off a feud. I admire your confidence in saying what you think, saying it diplomatically, but saying it nonetheless. I’m not there yet. I want to be, but I’m not. It’s fear, really, because to express my own thoughts, feelings, opinions, craziness should be permissible without it being an offense. What would happen, unfortunately, is that it would be seen as a deliberate attempt to hurt, embarrass, target, etc. rather than as what it is…a working out of personal demons. Part of what makes blogging work (for me) is the therapeutic nature of having others read it & comment. There is a huge sense of validation in knowing that you are not alone in so many things. Huge! So I’m inspired to continue…even if it’s baby steps. Keep writing, Reema…and keep saying it like you see it.