First things first. I did not write in my blog on Wednesday or Thursday. I feel guilt about this. Part of me just wants to give up on this whole endeavor. It’s too hard, I have no audience (that I am aware of), I feel adrift and alone on an ocean of words. The past couple of days I have been lying in bed in the morning asking the Lord to show me what to do about this whole writing thing, because I am reluctant. I doubt my skills and my purpose here. I am trying to be okay with not having an audience and with writing whatever is in my heart, even if other people don’t like it or respond to it. This is hard. It is hard to do just because God said so. I am struggling to be faithful. I have been asking the Lord for a system that I can count on that would facilitate writing in this blog day after day. So here is my schedule for the week:
Monday: Monday Morning Meditations (1-word prompts)
Tuesday: Telling My Story
Wednesday: Weekly Bible Study (currently hosted by MK at Beauty for Ashes)
Thursday: Anything goes
Friday: Five minute Fridays (Thank you for this Gypsy Mama!)
Also, I have been holding on just a little longer because something big is coming this Saturday. A BIG healing. So the past few days have been just about remembering to breath. So, if you tune in Tuesday I will explain what did or did not happen Saturday.
Hopefully this will work for me and I will write every day. Pray for me.
So, this weeks prompt from Gypsy Mama is Ordinary
Sometimes I think I would like to have an ordinary life. But, really? My life is anything but ordinary. Ordinary can be boring. Sometimes when I talk to people with ordinary lives they say, “Nothing much as changed”. I feel sad for them. But, maybe they are okay with ordinary. Maybe ordinary is their “happy place”. I guess I find ordinary boring. Gave me the gift of being a visionary, an adventurer, and a pioneer. I am constantly building, seeking, pushing forward, and trying something new. Not out of a need for my life to be less boring, just because I find these things exciting. I know not everybody is like me. Some people thrive on maintaining things like a gardener maintains his flowers and vegetables. Loving, consistent, gentle care come from these people. I am explosive, hyper, pushy, demanding (in a good way) visionary. I like to start things and move on to the next thing. I need the maintainers as much as the maintainers need visionaries. One without the other would be meaningless. God made the hand dependent of the foot and vice versa. With the foot the hand would never get anywhere, with out the hand, the foot would have nothing to do.
Here’s to the visionaries and the maintainers!