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Conversations With Myself



Here is how some conversations with myself go. 

Me: I should post a new article on my blog a couple of times each week.
Also me: You haven’t posted an article in over a month!
Me: This time could be different. I could be more focused.
Sarcastic me: Yep, because that’s how life works. 
Really Sarcastic Me: Please hurry because dozens of people are waiting on pins and needles to hear your thoughts. 

The really sarcastic me can often be quite mean. And, to be honest, some conversations with myself are way worse than this one. 

The truth is, I have no promises to myself, nor guarantees to you, on how often I am going to post. An honest review of my posts reveals too many that start with “Wow, it’s been a while since I posted...remember when I said I wanted to write?” 

Here is what I am telling myself, while pushing the mean and sarcastic voices down. I have something to say. I have something to offer. Encouragement, hope, insight. So do you. Yours might not come in written form, but you have something to offer. 

Encouragement Blockades

What’s keeping you from giving of yourself might be similar to what keeps me from giving of myself. 

It’s fear. What if our encouragement is rejected, mocked, or not returned? It’s buying into lies that tell us what we lack. Do we have anything of value to offer? It’s busying ourselves with other things. Maybe I’ll have time tomorrow to think about someone else. 

One of the teachers at my church reminded me recently that encouraging one another is a command from scripture, something we are not intended to put off. (Thanks, Kyle!) It’s a relational call to not distance ourselves from one another. 

New Resolutions

I read recently that September is the second biggest season for making resolutions. They said it was because of the new school year starting and the laziness of summer ending. I don’t know if that’s the case for me because I’ve been the type that can use any new beginning as a reason to be resolved. Perhaps you have been as well, but as time wears on, the resolution tends to fade. 

It wasn’t that long ago that everyone was talking about putting on their hater-blockers, you know, to block out the hate. Yeah, they may have been a fad, or a seasonal item, but I’m guessing most of us still have a pair lying around somewhere. 

The hate may come from within but I’m going to block it out. I encourage you to do the same. 


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tasha said…
Oh my goodness, I feel this so much!! I have total conversations with myself ALL the time. Lol
Keep on moving forward, you are being inspirational to people you don't even know you are inspiring. 👍
September 3, 2019 at 10:56 PM
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