Attending the American Christian Fiction Writer’s (ACFW) National Conference is one of the highlights of my year. But this year, I came into this conference feeling discouraged, because of something, not writing-related, that happened a few weeks ago. The results of that event had absolutely nothing to do with the conference, but everything to do with how I felt someone important to me perceived me.
And the hurtful impressions have colored my perspective since then.
I hate when lies rise up and call me cursed.
I hate when I open myself up to listen to their whispers.
And I hate when said lies impact something I’m looking forward to.Continue reading “Discouragement: When Lies Impact Our Identity”