When I started blogging three years ago, I never dreamed it would become such a time consuming endeavor. I’ve always felt strongly about certain issues, yet never felt comfortable confronting them face to face with others. Writing has allowed me to express some of those thoughts without having to confront.
My intention was to share my belief in God with others – to let them know there was a way out of depression, anxiety and hopelessness – to show, by example, some of the miraculous ways God has affected my life – to share God’s love for me and the entire world. Selfishly, I love to write. I love making people laugh sometimes and cry others. I enjoy getting a reaction, but I don’t enjoy stirring up controversy.
Occasionally I will receive a negative comment on my beliefs and it naturally makes the hair on the back of my neck bristle. I go into defensive mode and my claws often come out, but it isn’t what I want to do. I’d much rather express my opinion on this forum and hope that someone might have a positive reaction to it.
However, life isn’t that easy. There will always be the skeptics, those who think you’re foolish, those who can’t wrap their minds around your concepts. I know it isn’t within my power to change minds – only God can do that. I know that my example for life hasn’t been perfect, so if I try to set myself up as such, I’m also setting myself up for failure.
So why do I blog? Why does anyone write? Why do we put ourselves out there, on display, for all the world to see? There are days I ask myself those questions. Maybe it’s addictive. Maybe I can’t control myself. Maybe, like my husband who needs to paint every day, I need to share my love for God through my words. Whatever the reason, I hope that my original intent of sharing God’s Word with others will give even just one person peace.
LORD, MAKE ME AN INSTRUMENT OF YOUR WORD!