I use to feel that if you didn't like my 'lasagna', well then that meant that you didn't like me. I thought who I was, was in what I produced and my identity was in what you said about me/the 'lasagna'. The two were one of course! I have come a long journey down the pasta road of life. Today by the grace of God, I am not my 'lasagna.' I give you the right to hate it even spit it out. Go ahead tell me it's dry, I'll offer you more Marinara on the side. I hope you like it, I hope you love it, I think it rocks. BUT I am content and my contentment is not based on what I produce. Who I am is founded upon what God says of me and Who He is. You think I'm competing with you? Are you serious? No way! These are your vain thoughts. I understand, I use to be where you are back at the 'lasagna.' I have compassion, even though it twinges that you judge me. I wish you could see my heart, but only God can. It's Ok. God the Gardner of my heart...