Yep, here it is. The post I don't want to publish. Probably because it has a lot to do with my insecurities, wanting other's approval, and finding significance in both of those things. But the Holy Spirit brought this to my mind a few weeks ago and told me to publish it. Today I am enjoying a little time away from my family and sat down to write. Nothing was coming to me and so I prayed that the Spirit would lead me to something.
Then he reminded me of this. So here goes nothing.
I have had planter warts on my feet for the last four years. I also had warts on my feet growing up but they all went away after treatment. These current suckers have not let go and to be honest, I feel disgusting, annoyed, and sometimes really angry that my feet would have these on them. I try to hide them from others, I try to get them treated (and they still don't leave), and I try to (excuse these graphic words) rip them out of my own feet by pretty much doing my own form of surgery.
Then he reminded me of this. So here goes nothing.
I have had planter warts on my feet for the last four years. I also had warts on my feet growing up but they all went away after treatment. These current suckers have not let go and to be honest, I feel disgusting, annoyed, and sometimes really angry that my feet would have these on them. I try to hide them from others, I try to get them treated (and they still don't leave), and I try to (excuse these graphic words) rip them out of my own feet by pretty much doing my own form of surgery.