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Are you kidding?\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\nNo one has ever asked me to write something for a specific purpose. I was thrilled and humbled by this request and immediately knew the story I wanted to share.\u0026nbsp;\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\nMy entry was slotted for today, so here it is. I hope it might warm your heart a bit...\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNormal\" style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n*************\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNormal\" style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/b\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNormal\" style\u003d\"text-align: left;\"\u003e\n\u003cb\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003ca name\u003d'more'\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/span\u003eDecember 12, 2019\u003c/b\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\n\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc0000;\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eJohn 16:33\u003c/i\u003e\u003co:p\u003e\u003c/o:p\u003e\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\n\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc0000;\"\u003e“I have told you these things, so\nthat in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. \u003cb\u003eBut take\nheart!\u003c/b\u003e I have overcome the world.\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/i\u003e\u003co:p\u003e\u003c/o:p\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\nFinding things in the dark is pretty difficult, and it\nwas dark that day – \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ereally\u003c/i\u003e\u003c/b\u003e dark. It wasn’t dark outside, mind you, but I felt\nnothing but darkness all around me. My heart was so heavy because of a very\ndifficult situation that I’d gotten myself into. There was no one else to\nblame. It was all on me. \u003co:p\u003e\u003c/o:p\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\nI can’t even remember where I was going that day when I\ncalled up an Uber ride, but I remember getting in the car and being greeted by\na very cheerful woman who told me her name was Deborah. I could tell that\nDeborah was going to be a talker which, under normal circumstances, I would\nhave loved, but on this day, all I could think was, “UGH.” I was right about\nDeb. She chatted with me about the weather (it was a beautiful day outside),\nand she asked how I was doing to which I responded, “Eh. Pretty good. How are\nyou?” She went on to tell me about her daughter who would be graduating soon\nand how proud she was of her. She told me about how the extra income from\ndriving for Uber would help with the expenses of having a kid in college.\n“Every little bit helps!” she said. As she continued telling me about her life,\nI was thankful that I didn’t have to do any of the talking. \u003co:p\u003e\u003c/o:p\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\nAs we reached my destination, Deborah turned and looked\nat me in the backseat and said, “Well, it was great meeting you, Amy. Can I\ngive you this?” She handed me a postcard with a lot of handwriting on the back.\nI took it from her, and she told me, “I like to give these out sometimes or\njust leave them around town in random places. Maybe you could leave this one\nsomewhere for someone else later.” I said, “ok” with confusion in my voice,\nthanked her for the ride, and closed the door as I stepped out into the\nsunshine to read what she had written.\u003co:p\u003e\u003c/o:p\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\nThis is what the postcard said…\u003co:p\u003e\u003c/o:p\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\n\u003ci\u003e“Hello. I know we’ve never met before but I am writing\nthis for you. Yes you. You are an incredible person. I hope your day has been\nokay so far and you have been able to find a few silly things in this wacky\nworld to make you laugh and smile. You do have a beautiful smile. You are loved\nand cared for by many people, and you deserve love and care. You make the world\na better place just being you. You don’t need to do anything extraordinary. Who\nyou are is enough. You are enough. You are unique. You are irreplaceable. You\nare needed. You have purpose. Thank you for all the wonderful things you do. I\nhope the rest of your day is amazing.\u0026nbsp;\u003c/i\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\"\u003e\n\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/i\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"separator\" style\u003d\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003ca href\u003d\"https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx7VBABOvAc/XfJq0aiK_BI/AAAAAAAABcM/SNRyDV0b6QIlFygZq0qcyuxb9pyAZ8KZACEwYBhgL/s1600/postcard.jpg\" style\u003d\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003e\u003cimg border\u003d\"0\" data-original-height\u003d\"854\" data-original-width\u003d\"1242\" height\u003d\"220\" src\u003d\"https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx7VBABOvAc/XfJq0aiK_BI/AAAAAAAABcM/SNRyDV0b6QIlFygZq0qcyuxb9pyAZ8KZACEwYBhgL/s320/postcard.jpg\" width\u003d\"320\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\" style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/i\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"MsoNoSpacing\" style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003ci\u003eYOU ARE OKAY NO MATTER WHAT”\u003c/i\u003e\u003co:p\u003e\u003c/o:p\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003eAnd just like that, a little light crept in bringing with it the warmth of love and peace that I desperately needed. I saw Jesus in Deborah that day, and I didn’t even know it until after I’d gotten out of her car. \u003cbr /\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cb\u003e Take heart, my friends!\u003c/b\u003e Look around today - and I mean \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ereally\u003c/i\u003e\u003c/b\u003e look - at the people that cross your path. One of them might be Jesus, and he or she may have just the kind of peace that only Jesus knows that you need.\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n*************\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003ch2 style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cb style\u003d\"font-family: times, \u0026quot;times new roman\u0026quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc0000;\"\u003eM\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #274e13;\"\u003eE\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc0000;\"\u003eR\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #274e13;\"\u003eR\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc0000;\"\u003eY\u003c/span\u003e \u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #274e13;\"\u003eC\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc0000;\"\u003eH\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #274e13;\"\u003eR\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc0000;\"\u003eI\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #274e13;\"\u003eS\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc0000;\"\u003eT\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #274e13;\"\u003eM\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc0000;\"\u003eA\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #274e13;\"\u003eS\u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: #cc0000;\"\u003e!\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/b\u003e\u003c/h2\u003e\n\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/feeds/7451385352515263595/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/2019/12/take-heart.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617703709209272834/posts/default/7451385352515263595"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617703709209272834/posts/default/7451385352515263595"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/2019/12/take-heart.html","title":"Take Heart"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Amy"},"uri":{"$t":"https://www.blogger.com/profile/18038313873825254338"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaIGZILVcpZXMDQGukjso9jh2HvmiD6gAdZBi6dxG7cA6RYqs9Ig-XXDY91aou8F1IbpyNTs33tf6qNQvaUKLsAwttPfjAJuQBL3N-fZzASDIyRTYr-LqSdztvnbxe10/s113/Watercolor+Amy.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbvUPi3aID8/XfJ0FzTQjtI/AAAAAAAABcU/qqejG_qpCMcXeSyx6wfdDvhhIBJLVxylACLcBGAsYHQ/s72-c/devotional%2Bcover2.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617703709209272834.post-2262780168443444448"},"published":{"$t":"2018-04-02T00:00:00.001-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2022-03-30T12:14:03.388-04:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"nightmares"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"fear"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"dreams"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"courage"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"writing"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"I'm Naked!"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003ca href\u003d\"https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXtk3DOF3ZI/WsJJsWTIMrI/AAAAAAAABTM/XgT-FqKZNcQylBtFODorSOilfypTDoJ5QCLcBGAs/s1600/Common%2BNightmares.jpg\" imageanchor\u003d\"1\" style\u003d\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"\u003e\u003cimg border\u003d\"0\" data-original-height\u003d\"526\" data-original-width\u003d\"328\" height\u003d\"400\" src\u003d\"https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXtk3DOF3ZI/WsJJsWTIMrI/AAAAAAAABTM/XgT-FqKZNcQylBtFODorSOilfypTDoJ5QCLcBGAs/s400/Common%2BNightmares.jpg\" width\u003d\"248\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003eA quick Google search for the most common \u003cb\u003enightmares\u003c/b\u003e reveals that many of us have nightmared (not a word, but \"dreamed\" seems too pleasant to use here) about being naked or \"nekkid\" as we say in my native tongue. You know the deal - you're on a stage, in a classroom, or down at (the) Walmart, and then the realization hits you...you ain't wearing a stitch of clothes.\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\nThis situation, as it should, ignites an inner monologue of critical analysis:\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cul\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eEveryone is staring at me! - OR - No one is even looking at me. Which is worse?\u0026nbsp;\u003c/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eDid I come here in my birthday suit?\u0026nbsp;\u003c/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eDid I just strip down spontaneously in aisle 7? Why? Why did I do this?\u003c/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eWhy is Sponge Bob here? Maybe he will give me his pants. Why does he even wear pants? He's a SPONGE, for crying out loud.\u003c/li\u003e\n\u003c/ul\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003ca name\u003d'more'\u003e\u003c/a\u003eDreams are a weird bit of business, aren't they? Including naked situations, I have a few recurring classics from the \"\u003ca href\u003d\"https://www.dreams.co.uk/sleep-matters-club/common-nightmares-and-what-they-mean/\" target\u003d\"_blank\"\u003eTop 10\u003c/a\u003e\" list of most common nightmares:\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cul\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eI'm back in high school or college, and one of two things is happening - I'm late for a final exam for a class that I never attended OR I'm wandering around in the hallways, because I can't find the rooms for any of my classes.\u003c/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003eMy teeth are multiplying or growing larger to the point where they are breaking off and falling out. A derivative of this one, I think, is getting chewing gum stuck in my teeth. I try to pull it out and some of my teeth come out with it. The gum is a never-ending, possibly growing pink blob of ick. It is surely the preferred gum in hell and is complimentary with your Comcast subscription.\u0026nbsp;\u003c/li\u003e\n\u003c/ul\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\nGross. If you are still reading this - I'm sorry and thank you.\u0026nbsp;\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\nSo where am I going with all of this?\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\nI'm no expert in dream analysis, but I think it is safe to say that naked dreams - and most nightmares in general - can be traced back to some form of fear at the root. Fear of being exposed, vulnerable, rejected, unlovable, alone. This fear monster has kept me from doing a lot of things in my life - including and especially writing.\u0026nbsp; I have always felt like I could write my thoughts/feelings much better than I could physically speak the words, so what's the problem? Anytime I've received encouragement to write more, I get a surge of inspiration followed quickly by, \"but why would anyone care about what I have to say?\"\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\nUntil now, I have let defeating self-talk and insecurity win in the battle of \"to write or not to write\" among many other personal struggles. Here's the thing though - Courage is NOT the opposite of fear. Being brave/courageous is having hope and faith in *spite* of fear, not in absence of it. In other words, It's not brave if you're not scared. In the words of \u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.anniefdowns.com/\" target\u003d\"_blank\"\u003eAnnie Downs\u003c/a\u003e, \"\u003ca href\u003d\"https://www.amazon.com/Lets-All-Be-Brave-Everything/dp/031033795X\" target\u003d\"_blank\"\u003eLet's all be brave\u003c/a\u003e.\" So here I am - in the bravest pants (square or otherwise) that I could muster. Reviving \"\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: orange;\"\u003eAmy's Just Saying\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/i\u003e\" is me taking a small step in what I hope is the right direction.\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cbr /\u003e\n\u003cdiv class\u003d\"separator\" style\u003d\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003ca href\u003d\"https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpVeqx8WBzs/WsI2z9PEWOI/AAAAAAAABSU/u2XacXgfCzo2uae_MwABENLZ7WL9UvxqACLcBGAs/s1600/Facetune_31-03-2018-17-15-58%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.jpg\" imageanchor\u003d\"1\" style\u003d\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003e\u003cimg border\u003d\"0\" data-original-height\u003d\"724\" data-original-width\u003d\"1600\" height\u003d\"288\" src\u003d\"https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpVeqx8WBzs/WsI2z9PEWOI/AAAAAAAABSU/u2XacXgfCzo2uae_MwABENLZ7WL9UvxqACLcBGAs/s640/Facetune_31-03-2018-17-15-58%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.jpg\" width\u003d\"640\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/feeds/2262780168443444448/comments/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/2018/04/im-naked.html#comment-form","title":"2 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617703709209272834/posts/default/2262780168443444448"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617703709209272834/posts/default/2262780168443444448"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.amysjustsaying.com/2018/04/im-naked.html","title":"I'm Naked!"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Amy"},"uri":{"$t":"https://www.blogger.com/profile/18038313873825254338"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaIGZILVcpZXMDQGukjso9jh2HvmiD6gAdZBi6dxG7cA6RYqs9Ig-XXDY91aou8F1IbpyNTs33tf6qNQvaUKLsAwttPfjAJuQBL3N-fZzASDIyRTYr-LqSdztvnbxe10/s113/Watercolor+Amy.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXtk3DOF3ZI/WsJJsWTIMrI/AAAAAAAABTM/XgT-FqKZNcQylBtFODorSOilfypTDoJ5QCLcBGAs/s72-c/Common%2BNightmares.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}}]}});