If I were to write my truth I would say that I doubt myself and I am not as nice to myself as I think my Creator would like me to be. I really do "should" on myself a lot and so often I don't take time to allow the Lord to cradle my soul, smooch it, sing it a loving little song. I take over and give it "to do" lists and force it to make frightened excuses. I quite think that Jesus would make me a cozy, downy nest and enlist an angel to gently rock me, singing another wordless song of celebration and give me an occasional pat and squeeze. P.S. I'm not sure how long I would need this to last.