This is me

I got my hair done today and some ppl wanted pictures... can't imagine why.. for once I do not look like a grown up shirley temply. My hair is really poofy though. HEHE. Its kind of fun.

It was brought to my attention today that there are others that have connected with my blog through worldlens blog. There is apart of me that is not happy with this. It was my own fault and I realize that I may have said things that can be drastically taken out of context. They are those whom I know in person and no offense it kind of makes me squeamish to write my heart on here.

Honesty is a lost art and sometimes I have the disease of writing something out first and not necessarily thinking about what i say. Please friends, you know who you are forgive the impetuousness of some of the things said on here. They are a processing tool honesty expressed in real life nothing more, nothing less. I beg you not to take them out of context and point fingers but instead come ask me about them, interact with me before jumping to conclusions. Do I fear that from you? Yes, yes I do.

You see my heart is a fragile thing. The word says that out of the heart the mouth speaks, and though I believe that to be true there are moments captured on here and expressed with words and a photograph that demand my honesty. That demand me to take my readers and viewers by the hand and lead them down the broken empty corridors of my heart.

Isn't that what we are meant to do as christians? Of course I will more closely monitor this. My heart is saddened by that. I am saddened that I am scared to share my heart with you, saddened, afraid to be judged by those that are within my body. Here is honesty. Please again do no take my words out of context but come and ask me my heart, come and ask me the meaning behind words typed and spoke. I fear you. I fear your judgment, for here my heart is screaming out on a page. Yes, Yes i am hurting, Yes there are things said that can have double meanings without the context and the backdrop of my heart. Please do not judge me.

Am I ashamed of what I have written? No there is no excuse. Should I have monitored it a bit? Well every writer writes to an audience. in my case it was to a audience that came without presuppositions or judgment, and now that is not the case.I will always strive for that lost art of honesty, but expect less of my heart unless you ask. i am a broken sinful woman who is seeking to love God, I am not perfect, I am being sanctified. That is the context in which I find myself, and I am unashamed for I know He will complete the work in me. I know He will finish me, PLease realize i am but a work in progress.