Scrolling through my blog as I finish up this 31 day challenge, I feel accomplished regardless of who has read, commented, liked or followed. I’m close to 100.
I didn’t think I’d go this far.
Clearly, I’m one of multitudes who love words and expression.
Looking closely, more closely than necessary at my life, my faith, my fears and then sharing
Writing simply, just in case somebody somewhere needs to know they are not alone, is an oddly beautiful experience, a gift.
My journey, difficult. More difficult than many, less than some. Everyone has some sorrow, some secret.
My experiences, traumatic…Some reckless mistakes down paths that went too far and had locked doors, keys hidden.
But, my story is of good that comes despite two steps forward, three back tug of war with self-control vs. faith, hope, and trust.
Why on earth would I write about struggle, pain, sadness, longing for different as a child, still burdened with heavy load?
How could I not?
Praying friends, say a prayer as I open the closed doors of my past to share tiny bits of my damaged past but now with hallelujah and amen, because you should know “What good will come”…what good has come!
This week, a verse found, resonated… circled, underlined with “Memoir” penciled in the margin.
You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, so that I might sing praises to You and not be silent. Psalm 30:11