I am a writer. I doodle idea sentences during a sermon if something the pastor says sparks an idea. There is a voice recorder on my phone for when inspiration hits at a stop light. No accurate count has ever been attempted as to the number of notebooks that have torn papers from them, sacrificed to half-ideas to be worked out “later.”
Why do I admit all of this to you perfect strangers?
For months (too many months) this blog has marinated. No…let me be honest; when something marinades, it sits and becomes flavor infused. This blog has dried up and become the type of over-cooked chicken you have to fight to chew. My good intentions of “I will write this weekend” kept morphing into “I will write that next weekend” until I was left with a chasm of nothing written.
And so…I’m back! What brings me back, you say? It was a video from a writing class that I’m enrolled in that spoke volumes to me. (Thanks Jenna Benton!)
*Warning…overt Christian views ahead!*
I’m not going to hide behind an implied sense of living. I’m a wife, mom, Sunday School teacher and writer who wants to point others towards the grace that God has given me. Now, I’m not saying that I’m graceful or even a worthy example to follow. What I am saying is that when I take stock of my life so far, I am blessed by the Lord. Yes, there are bad times. Epic, face-palm, “why-did-I-do-that?!” decisions and sometimes, those consequences sting. But there is mercy and grace at God’s feet, even during the ripples caused by the stone I threw into the pond.
So I’ll be getting back in the saddle with this blog. Seriously. It’s on my weekly calendar now and that is where the important stuff of my life lives – handwritten in between youth group events and birthdays.
You lucky readers get to read my ramblings! Unless you unsubscribe and there are so few of you that I’ll stalk you and beg for you to come back.