Truth be Told
If the truth be told I have a real problem with fear of man. Yes, I fear the approval of man. You could say or the world would say it is low self-esteem or high self-esteem, but God would say fear of man- putting other's thoughts and opinions before what God says who I am. Why? Maybe it started with a parent telling me it was my fault when a family member fondled me. Maybe it was my best friends dad that said I was trash. Maybe it was the teacher who would make fun of me because I couldn't spell or the fact that I was in last place every grading period on the hundreds race. Maybe it was because I was known as the ugly friend, or the "ugliest" guy in the bunch was the only one I could get to like me. There was that one guy in 5th grade who liked me, I had a crush on him for 3 years at least, he shaved his head and went from hero to zero- then he liked me. Maybe it was the year my best friend growing up decided she was sick of being a nobody and decided to move to the
