It’s been almost three months since I wrote the this post announcing I was going to begin writing about a bunch of stuff. A bunch of specific stuff. Thankfully, I also said I had no idea when the first post would show up, because, again, it’s been three months. Almost.
It’s not that I haven’t been thinking about it because I have. I just want to be careful and only say what’s helpful. I don’t want to be rant-y or angry and I want it to be somewhat orderly (I may have to give that dream up). I don’t want it to seem pointless. I certainly don’t want to come across like I think I’m some kind of martyr or victim, because I’m not. I have a very blessed life.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t had difficulties – we all have. Many of you have stories that would make my life look like a field trip to the Ghiradelli factory on Free Chocolate Friday. (That would be really good, if you aren’t sure. There should be such a thing.)
So, then, why do I do this? Why do I write on this blog? Is it necessary? What’s the point? That’s what I’ve been asking myself.
I think the answer is that I write because I’m a writer. That doesn’t mean I’ll ever have anything published, or even that anyone will take time to read it. It just means I am compelled to communicate through writing. Some of you are great at talking to people. I’m generally not, yet, I have a lot of words that need to be released. This is my way to do it.
Having said that I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have some hopes for it.
My hope is that many of you will relate to what I share. I hope some of you won’t feel so alone. Whenever I hear that someone else has shared my struggles, I feel better, especially in the ones I don’t feel free to speak openly about. We all have those things. I actually hope a lot of you will feel free to open up your own lives to others.
Speaking to my Jesus-loving friends: your life story matters – it’s your testimony. One of my deepest hopes is that a few of you will find freedom to share it…all of it. Perhaps not on a blog, but maybe you could just move it into your toolbox, hold it in open hands, so that when someone needs to hear it, you’re willing to share it. What did He rescue you from?
Those actually seem like lofty goals to me. I don’t consider myself to be an influencer, by any stretch. In fact, I have this lingering question every time I write anything on here: WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
Easy answer: Nobody. Really. I just do what I’m wired to do.
I often think God put me here to make everybody else feel better about themselves, by comparison 😉 I say that mostly in jest, but it might be a little bit true. I’m just going to open up about some things, appropriately (Lord, please), and hope it helps somebody, somewhere.
If not, that’s okay. It’ll just be me being me – a writer – whether or not anybody’s reading.