Censorship

As an adult, I hate censorship on every level. The key phrase there is "as an adult." I rebel against anyone telling me what I can or cannot read, watch, say, etc. I'm a big girl and can very well decide for myself, thank you.

Self-censorship is another story. I read books that David would never pick up. I watch dvds that David chooses immediately NOT to watch. He does this because he feels it might lead him down a road that is best not traveled. Honestly, he'd probably rather I not read/watch what I do, but he'd never try to tell me not to. At least, until recently, and I won't go into that because I'm still reeling from honoring his devoted opinion on the matter. I still feel as if I dishonored myself, but because of my great love for my husband I backed up. I can say it never happened before and it probably won't happen often, if ever, in the future.

I'm sure there's a huge difference between censorship and discernment...well, maybe I'm sure. I am certain that I felt censored by his discernment. How's that for a lead in?

He posted an interesting article on facebook from Shaun Groves that brought it all up to me again. It's a thought-provoking post: Read With Discernment...Especially Donald Miller.