Since I made it a point to connect with others more this year, it seems like it has gotten harder. I gave it to the Lord and it has gotten harder. I have been fighting my very thoughts against what seems like a titlewave of rejection and insecurity. My goodness... WAIT! THAT'S IT: goodness! God must have goodness that will come from this, my efforts, my woundedness. Isn't that what happens when you give your weakness to the Lord? It rises to Him as an offering and He is allowed in.