I haven’t finished the last five books I’ve started, but now I’m on to the next.
But this one is different. This one was written to women.
And I’m not a woman.
Even still, I don’t know that I’ve ever read another book (outside of the Bible) that has taught me so much about myself and the sickness inside all of us that is trying to destroy our lives. It’s shed helpful light on why I do some of the things I do, why I’m tempted in some of the ways I’m tempted, and why I often feel like I’m on an emotional roller coaster:
“I feel everything. My joys are huge, and so are my sorrows. If I”m mad, I’m really mad, and if I’m despondent, I wonder how on earth I’ll go on. Then, I get up, pour some coffee, and move on to the next emotion and forget how depressed I was an hour ago.” (Kindle Location 1177)
Other than the coffee part, I completely relate. And I’m discovering that it’s not just my sensitivity. It’s the exploitation of my sensitivity: insecurity.
“Are we honestly going to insist on drawing our security from people-men or women-who are oblivious to the inordinate amount of weight we give to their estimation of us? Seriously?” (Kindle Location 261)
“We can think we’ve murdered that monster once and for all, and then it rises from the dead and it has grown another head.” (Kindle Location 283)
“Loss of favor and approval and harmony is excruciating to people with insecurity.” (Kindle Location 400)
I wish that every woman and most of the men I know would read this book. I think it would be transformational in the lives of many.
The name of the book? So Long Insecurity, by Beth Moore. (Don’t judge me.)