I've always lived in it. My shell seems to shield me from blows and and attacks. When I venture out I'm bombarded with hurt. So I only sneak out when I think no one will notice. I go out with my defenses high to protect me. Maybe that's what attracts them. Knowing that I'm afraid, they come after me. And I retreat, crawling, beaten, broken.
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This sounds so much like how I used to feel. I still go back here sometimes...but I'm learning that since my confidence is in Christ I can venture out. He is my advocate and guardian of my heart. If Christ is for me, who can be against me?
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