Okay God, I get it

After deciding that a blog might be something I could do I sat on the idea. I tossed it around in my head and writing ideas presented themselves but I was still really apprehensive. Who wants to read my thoughts? About my seemingly ordinary, boring life? What do I have to say that hasn’t been said before? I saw article after article about the exact topics I had wanting to write about saying it better than I thought I could. I got discouraged and put the idea away.

Or I thought I did. 

It wouldn’t go away. 

I was now seeing post after post about how to start a blog, how to grow a blog, how to be a better writer, etc. I wasn’t looking for these posts, they were popping up on Facebook or in my feedly reader because blogs I follow were doing a series on the topic. I still remained skeptical.

Then came the more obvious signs. I opened up to my husband about the idea (it took me months to tell him! why?) and he was immediately on board. He knew hosting platforms to check out. He wanted to buy a laptop for me so I wouldn’t have to hide in the basement to write. I pulled on the reigns and slowed him down. I wanted to pray about the idea. To get confirmation and direction.

So we prayed.

Every night.

And God answered.

My devotional at the time provided confirmation. Friends provided confirmation without even realizing I was looking. Church provided confirmation one Sunday when we did an activity during the service about finding our passions. 

Over and over God was telling me to write. To share. To be real. It doesn’t matter if someone has said it before. It doesn’t matter if I think they said it better. I have a voice and I have something to share. Whether I reach one person or thousands of people I will write and share about my joy, my life, my chaos. 

2 thoughts on “Okay God, I get it”

  1. Look at you and your fancy website!

    I’ve been writing for a while and I LOVE it, when I can find time between all my other creative outlets and between rescuing various dolls and elmos and cooke monsters from the carseat or the stroller or other buckling restraining device…

    1. Thanks, Cari! It’s so hard to find a good balance to everything we need to do. I am forever trying to locate Mercedes various stuffed creatures so she will stay in her room at bedtime otherwise she will come out once per toy that she is missing.

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