I suppose this should have been my first blog; the reason why I would blog at all. When I first began to hear of blogging, I was bewildered, then amused, then annoyed. How totally egotistical. Who would want to read someone’s online diary? I mean, really, how many people do you know are living a life even remotely that interesting? I would like to hear what my children and grandchildren were doing if they were far away and I would read of their daily happenings. My siblings, and their families I would be interested to check in on, oh let’s say on a weekly basis. Friends and co-workers would rate a weekly nod as well if we were close. Distant relatives and friends from my past I might find warranted a glimpse if I were not able to find anything fascinating on HGTV or the Food Network to watch. But let’s be honest, unless you are a creepy type of voyeur who surfs the web for vicarious adventures, why would you read the blogs of complete strangers if all they did was recount their daily activities? It’s like long-winded twittering. If you’ve read my other blogs, I’m sure you might be wondering who high-jacked my lap-top, and with good reason. Today is a different take for me. Today, I am in a different state of mind. Today I am chatting more from the head, and less from the heart. Scary, because there is much less in my head than in my heart, I must confess!
But even though I had a less than favorable opinion of the blog world, excepting those who truly lived lives worth blogging about (missionaries for example) I found myself faced with somewhat of a dilemma. I needed to start a blog. To achieve a purpose separate from simply blogging, it became necessary. In fact, a requirement. So, I did it. And actually found it wasn’t as bad as I thought. It was easier than I had expected and I threw myself at it without too much preparation. I decided not to investigate deeply what else was out there, for fear it would affect how I would write. I made the choice to just be me. To put out there what God laid on my heart. After I had posted a couple of items, I ventured outside of my little blog box to find that it was pretty much what I had thought before. Isn’t going to change what I will do with mine, though. For like everything else, all that I do, all that I am belongs to Him. My voice is His, my words are His. I desire to be totally yielded to Him and want to use even this little space, this small corner for His glory. I have absolutely no idea who, if anyone, reads. It matters not, and following is why.
I have come to the place where I have fully accepted that I am unique and different. For reasons I do not fully understand, but accept, God created me, designed me, on purpose, with purpose. He had full knowledge and complete understanding of my entire life when He fashioned me, in my mother’s womb. He gave me gifts, talents, skills and yes, even flaws and weaknesses that made me me. At the moment of salvation, when the Holy Spirit entered into me, I received some unique gifts of the Spirit for the purpose of edifying the body of Christ. He knew the course of my life, the choices I would make and the place that I would be right now. All of these things have come together and I know that God wants me to write. I love to write, I love to speak, I love to teach. I’ve always wanted to. He gave me a gift and a love for these things. How He will use them is His choice. How I surrender is mine. I am surrendered, I am willing.
So, I will write. I will be willing, I will be surrendered. And when He touches me and asks me to speak, to teach someone, I will. He opened the door for me for this tiny platform, so I will use it. And like Jesus told His disciples, I feel Him telling me as well, “…take no thought beforehand what ye shall speak, neither do ye premeditate: but whatsoever shall be given you in that hour, that speak ye: for it is not ye that speak, but the Holy Ghost.” Mark 13:11 Granted, He was speaking of some more extreme situations, but it is the same Holy Spirit, with the same power.
So while many blogs are about the glories of preparing for and finishing a triathlon, or sharing the trials and triumphs of baby’s first year, mine will simply be sharing with readers things I am learning as I stumble through this life holding tightly to my Saviour’s hand.
But even though I had a less than favorable opinion of the blog world, excepting those who truly lived lives worth blogging about (missionaries for example) I found myself faced with somewhat of a dilemma. I needed to start a blog. To achieve a purpose separate from simply blogging, it became necessary. In fact, a requirement. So, I did it. And actually found it wasn’t as bad as I thought. It was easier than I had expected and I threw myself at it without too much preparation. I decided not to investigate deeply what else was out there, for fear it would affect how I would write. I made the choice to just be me. To put out there what God laid on my heart. After I had posted a couple of items, I ventured outside of my little blog box to find that it was pretty much what I had thought before. Isn’t going to change what I will do with mine, though. For like everything else, all that I do, all that I am belongs to Him. My voice is His, my words are His. I desire to be totally yielded to Him and want to use even this little space, this small corner for His glory. I have absolutely no idea who, if anyone, reads. It matters not, and following is why.
I have come to the place where I have fully accepted that I am unique and different. For reasons I do not fully understand, but accept, God created me, designed me, on purpose, with purpose. He had full knowledge and complete understanding of my entire life when He fashioned me, in my mother’s womb. He gave me gifts, talents, skills and yes, even flaws and weaknesses that made me me. At the moment of salvation, when the Holy Spirit entered into me, I received some unique gifts of the Spirit for the purpose of edifying the body of Christ. He knew the course of my life, the choices I would make and the place that I would be right now. All of these things have come together and I know that God wants me to write. I love to write, I love to speak, I love to teach. I’ve always wanted to. He gave me a gift and a love for these things. How He will use them is His choice. How I surrender is mine. I am surrendered, I am willing.
So, I will write. I will be willing, I will be surrendered. And when He touches me and asks me to speak, to teach someone, I will. He opened the door for me for this tiny platform, so I will use it. And like Jesus told His disciples, I feel Him telling me as well, “…take no thought beforehand what ye shall speak, neither do ye premeditate: but whatsoever shall be given you in that hour, that speak ye: for it is not ye that speak, but the Holy Ghost.” Mark 13:11 Granted, He was speaking of some more extreme situations, but it is the same Holy Spirit, with the same power.
So while many blogs are about the glories of preparing for and finishing a triathlon, or sharing the trials and triumphs of baby’s first year, mine will simply be sharing with readers things I am learning as I stumble through this life holding tightly to my Saviour’s hand.
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