The blog thing is happening. Weird.
I have always been the Queen of Procrastination and the Empress of Good Intentions. I put off writing for years. I wanted to write since I was a pre-teen. So why now? What’s changed? What’s been going on in my life that I finally decided to follow through?
I’m in my mid 40’s and finally reached the place where I felt comfortable sharing.
Hmm… nope that’s not it.
It’s now or never.
No. Not that either.
This whole writing/blog thing is, quite simply, an act of obedience.
I’ve never been a disobedient sort. I follow the rules. I rarely get in trouble. However, for some reason, I never saw ignoring God as an act of rebellion. This is (probably) because, aside from the Word (the Bible, for those not fluent in Christian-ese), I’ve never had a direct “command” from God. Instead, I’ve had little nudges and wee promptings. I found myself drawn to language and creativity.
In the past four years, I have felt a solid “call” from God to write. Never mind that I didn’t (and still don’t) have a clear idea of what I’m suppose to be communicating. The longer I waited, the more I felt like I was rejecting Him. Rejecting part of His plan for me.
January 2017 seemed as good a time as any to start. I’ve had the domain name for a few years, but after some stops and starts I’ve been posting regularly.
This is where it get interesting.
I always thought I’d write about my own experiences and someone would be encouraged by my words or relate to my struggles. And although this is still my desire, something quite different has been happening.
I became obedient and God started to move.
Moving me to realize He has some “stuff” He wants me to deal with. Stuff I have been holding on to for too long. Stuff, which will fester and rot if left alone. Stuff, which is hindering me from living an abundant life.
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”- Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway put it perfectly. Writing hurts. It can be excruciating. No wonder I put it off for so long.
It seems the act of obedience has opened some gateway to truth. Truth about lies I’ve been living. And I’ve been made aware of the lies through more than just the writing: I’ve had people and experiences in the past few weeks which I don’t think I would have, had I not started on this path of obedience.
It’s going a long climb to where I feel I’m being led, but I know at the end the view will be worth it all.