When people misunderstand your writing or don't like what you write -- plus, the Wall Street Journal wrote about me

What a week, to say the least.

First, I underestimated just how large my readership was over on PaulaNealMooney.com because of my Herman Cain article, and that led to unwanted attention (from those outside of Hollywood, that is) for other writings.

Can't people tell a dream sequence from reality? Composite characters and fictionalized truths from documentaries?

That's what I've asked myself. But let me shut up and not write out of anger.


When people find you online...

It's been interesting noting who has been reading and just how much that attention is mushrooming.

I still know our LORD God has majorly great plans for all my writings, even if it looks bleak now.

Intertwined with that reality is the fact that people can at times read our writing and be so taken aback by what goes on in our head or the truths we spill or the fictional circumstances that we create in that guise that it's hard to take in black and white.

I've been through it before, and I believe I'm a little more used to it than others. But no one likes to be misunderstood.

I realize I'm writing cryptically -- to protect hearts and minds and souls more than I have in the past. And yet, the Lord fights our battles so I don't need to say much more.


I got a small dose of my own medicine today...

...when I checked my Gmail and found out The Wall Street Journal had written about me today.

So yes, I can see why it can be a bit disconcerting to see ourselves painted in an unfair light at the stroke of another writer's pen.

Seeing my name in a way that I don't necessarily agree with gives you that feeling of, "No! That's wrong! Take it back!" But like Dr. Phil says, you can't unring a bell.

The most we can continue to do is pray for grace and favor and forgiveness and contrite hearts -- within ourselves and within others.

And just keep going.

Keep it moving, like every other reality TV starlet seems to be saying these days. And beyond that, the Almighty is our peace and defender and recompense.


So tell your own truth...

...and I want to say defend yourself. Only as the Lord leads.

I feel like I should be quiet now more than anything.  

"Oh no, I've said too much...I haven't said enough..." ring the words of REM in my mind.

So there.

Tell the truth and shame the devil. At least the gentle truth...not rubbing salt-in-the-wounds truth.

It's all getting straightened out by God in the end. Real soon.

Here's the Wall Street Journal writing about me:


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