Genevieve C. West

In one of my recent posts entitled "I Can Dish It Out But I Can't Take It" ( which you can read HERE ), I talked about this thing that happens when I'm called to defend my writing.  It's this debilitating panic that rushes through me.  Even an innocent request for clarification makes my heart pound and my face flush.  I'm still questioning why this is happening!  It's embarrassing and annoying!  I'm pretty sure that my inability to accept criticism comes across as "prideful" or "arrogant".  I'm sure because I've been accused of it. And though I know I have plenty of room to grow in putting on the humility of Christ, this isn't coming from a place of pride! It comes from a place of knowing I'll be crushed under the weight of opposition, so I run and hide to protect myself, to protect my heart. Like I said, embarrassing.  I think it's because I'm pouring my heart out on paper.  It sucks whe