I couldn’t guess if I tried how many bloggers are out there with words floating all about.
Occasional assertions like a “calling” to write or an unwavering assurance or this I must do. I must write.
Like so many other things, we’ve a sense of celebrity to it, we read what the successful ones publish, we lean in and listen, we get enthused with the possibilities or we slink away when the reality of luck and timing and perseverance cause us to crash.
I heard today that about 85% of people have ideas, believe their life contains a story that could be a book.
Yesterday, I came home from church and I read the words of Paul. I considered writing only momentarily. I rested instead and considered giving up my blog, print all of my favorite posts first and stack the stack of stories atop my desk and eventually pack away in a drawer.
But, here I am. I’ve returned.
I changed my tagline because someone skilled in blog traffic and “search speak” assessed my site last week.
Why not, I thought and then like an optimistic student hoping for a B, I was deflated, my report came back with the number 72, a D!
I added grace to my tagline, really just shuffled the letters in the line. Least I could do, the only thing I understand how to do.
I’m learning. I need to be open to the shifts, the sways, the steady steps forward. I need to grow.
Yesterday, about the time it is now, I sat alone at home with the dog at my feet.
The sun was warming the edge of the sofa and my Bible on the arm.
Today was different. 4:30 in the afternoon and it was dark and grey.
A writing task abandoned, I felt so little like a writer. Feels unlikely, this thing I thought I might do. So, I’m pushing back.
I tidied up my space, let the next tutorial pause a quarter way in.
Two sheets of lined legal pad are filled with potentially captivating titles, subtitles, notes and asterisks.
I put it away and stopped and thought again, you’ll soon be 60, you’ve been talking about this and refusing to give it up since almost three years ago.
I’ve got notes from church yesterday rewritten twice in three places today.
Most likely I’ll be writing them again.
It’s not trying harder. It’s surrender.
Share your story, yes.
Who you were and who you are.
But, mostly notice and follow what the Holy Spirit shows and tells you.
There is something in me that is greater than me.
I didn’t nap yesterday, I read Romans 8 instead.
I have no idea if a book is in me. I thought I surely knew before.
But, I never surrendered the outcome, the beginning nor the end.
I never asked God directly.
I never, in fact even asked at all.
God, is it your will that I write?
A book that I already gave a title, named and numbered the chapters, and planned the dedication?
I’m asking now.
And I’m not trying as hard.
I surrender my words either stacked up in sheets or bound together in a book, my name across the bottom.
I pray you will help me, God, teach me to be content either way.
“Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.”
Philippians 4:11 ESV
It occurred to me yesterday what a joy my blog is to me. I thought of the feeling when thoughts become words just descriptively fine and I’ve cherished the kind words in comments.
I thought of how sweet it’s been realizing thus far it has been all me.
I paused with the idea of what might be. What might be bolder, sweeter, truer when it’s not just me; but, the power, the power of the Holy Spirit in and through me.
Coming through my words, surrendered for his purpose.
“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”
Romans 8:28 ESV
I’m curious and excited now, surrendered to his purpose.
We shall see.