I’m an introvert.
I get peopled out.
I need time to recharge.

I’m naturally shy.
I don’t like talking to
people I
don’t know.
I hate it when they
don’t say
anything—
it forces me to talk.

I’m prideful.
I want to be the best.
I want to excel
at whatever I do.
I want people’s good opinion.
So I hide the real me.

I’m judgmental.
I compare others with myself.
I compare myself with others.
And either way,
someone ends up looking
like a fool
in my mind—
it’s me or them.

I’m a procrastinator.
I have goals that I
never accomplish.
I fail at being
on time.
I wait until the last minute
to finish a project.
And sometimes
It’s too late.

All of this
affects my writing,
what I say,
what I think,
the soul behind my stories.
I find it hard to write
the truth;
sometimes
I’m afraid
of being judged by you.
Or I don’t want you
to see
my faults.
Or it's just that
I have another
excuse.

But I know
the Lord has forgiven me.
He’s set me free
from the burden
of sin.
He’s made me new.
I’m no longer
what I used to be.
I’m covered
in his blood.

So whatever I write,
I will write to his glory,
I will write because I know
I am forgiven,
covered,
and made clean.