I’m a Christian. I Mess Up. Me Too.
Ladies retreat photo booth with Sarah, a youth pastor’s wife. “No More Pretending: Becoming Authentic….”
By Karen Friday
I raised my hand and announced, “Me too!”
Sugar and spice and everything nice had become my motto. Never been a fan of snakes and snails but fond of puppy dog tails. I think we should start a petition to move puppy dog tails to the girl’s list. Who’s with me?
Willingness to admit me too for a gamut of everything nice pleasures; pumpkin cheesecake ice cream, boots, books, chick-flicks, and chai tea latte. Do you like those things? Well, me too.
Me too never came easy for the tougher issues of life. I preferred to take the secretive route. No one needs to know.
Truth is, I’m a me too person in every way.
Why do I try to convince myself it is better not to speak up? Not to confess or admit weaknesses and vulnerabilities. I have weak spots. Sweet spots and not-so-sweet spots.
October 15, 2015 at 9:11 am | Uncategorized