This week, I stumbled across the following internet stranger opinion:
First, I'm nothing if not self-aware. I fully recognize not everyone fancies THIS. Me. My ramblings. My writing. My voice. And that REALLY is okay.
But I don't want to know.
Well...I do. I do want "iron sharpening iron." I want friends with hands at my back guiding me away from flaws and moving me toward surely goodness and mercy. I want those I trust correcting me and holding me accountable to good words, good actions, and good hair.
But this stung.
And it's not that this internet stranger is wrong. I talk fast with a Southern accent that won't quit. I get wound up discussing roses and men in headbands and dates set in alleys and my tone may become unbearable.
But it still stung.
Until I shared it with my circle - people with the hands and the trust and the irons.
- Do not let her get into your head. Whatever you do.
- Don't ever focus on just one person's response.
- Jamie: Your voice is like a baby's bottom.
We all need cheerleaders. We all need high fivers. We all need friends who will privately call an internet meanie a "j-hole."
How do you handle those who aren't your biggest fans?