This was one of those pieces of writing that came to me in the middle of the night. I had a nightmare about a psychotic woman who was obsessed with wearing bright red lipstick and curling her hair. I woke up extremely frightened (who wouldn’t be) and God spoke to me. These words were what flowed through my fingertips and now through my mouth.
Some may recall this bit of writing from a previous post. If you’d like to see it on “paper,” click here.
P.S. I played this recording for a 7 1/2 month old and my voice made her jump. I attribute it to either my mad speaking skills or the shock of the words. I’d like to think it was both. Or gas.
Very nice Allison!
Thanks, Marilyn!
I love this line: I choose to love the intended me, the woman of humility, who holds her head high only because she is inwardly bowing low.