A piece of me

I have a love/hate relationship with writing this blog.

Sometimes it's all I can think about ... like taking a breath, it's what comes out of me.  There's a bit of therapy in hammering out the thoughts in my head - of putting the pencil to the paper - by which, of course, I mean hitting little black keys.  When faced with the blaring white screen of the computer, I am forced to find words to express my heart, and in doing that, God teaches, heals and renews me. 

So often when I hear from God, I know it's not just for me.  It's for US - God's Word is meant to be lived out corporately.  To see His Word come alive - to see the way it moves, transforms, redeems ... that's for all of us!  That's why I open blank pages and stumble to translate His Word in a way that makes sense to you (and to me.) 

But I have to be honest, this writing also exposes me.  It stripes me down and leaves me lying there, vulnerable.  How can I write about my life without revealing the real me?  Without letting you see the real mess?  I try not to care about how you'll receive it,  or if you'll even read it, but the truth of the matter is I do.  And I hate that I do. 

There are so many other blogs you can read - so many that are more thought provoking and oh, so beautifully written.  Filled with doubt and unbelief, I want to tell you to just read those blogs, find God there.  Fear tells me to quit - to let the real writers do the writing. 

But I can't. 

Today's challenge:  Do the thing that God has called you to do - even when you are filled with doubt and fear.  All for the glory of God!