I’ve shared in the past that there have been moments, days, and seasons when I seriously question if blogging is worth my time and energy. Many hours and lots of heart pour into this little online space.
And while blogging can be a beautiful thing, it doesn’t take much for a good thing to turn to idolatry.
idolatry: excessive devotion to, or reverence for, some person or thing
And I’ve walked that line.
But by grace, every time I’ve considered walking away or closing shop, doors open that clearly beckon me to keep going, press on, and walk through.
You might recall me sharing recently why I was hoping, praying, pleading, and begging to go to Summit 9, the Christian Alliance for Orphan’s global conference on adoption and orphan advocacy. Well, my little plea was heard and accepted by some miracle, and I won a trip to the conference.
Yes, I’m headed to Nashville, y’all. (Today, in fact!)
Another open door. Another whisper from my Maker to press forward, to share the stories, to engage in this funny little blogging world for the purpose of a great big real world that’s hurting for hope.
Perhaps God’s most clear open door to keep writing came last October, via World Help’s invitation to join them in Guatemala and blog for Operation Baby Rescue. The opportunity was beyond my heart’s greatest desires.
And the fruit of that experience is still being reaped and multiplied. In January, 600 youth from across our state raised money for a clean water well for the people of Guatemala, a well which a team from our church will dedicate this summer. I’ll be joining my husband and 24 other students and adults from to go back to Zacapa. The fruit trees continue to bloom.
But I wanted to be prayerful and discerning, too, and be sure that both Adrian and me going was right for our family. In the midst of those swirling questions, I sent this email to my girl Tiffany, way back in January:
And sweet Tiffany responded with these thoughtful words:
I honestly cry looking back over that email.
I know it’s so very simple, but my friend’s words here, they speak purpose to my heart, life, and even to the blog:
Now I see how those words articulate just what this place, this writing thing is all about.
For all the ways the internet is used for bad, I’m grateful for the ways God’s channeled it for good in my life. I think of Joseph in the Bible, who, though given every opportunity to get wrapped up in lust, lies, and hatred, declared to his brothers in the wake of their deception:
You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives. – Genesis 50:20 (read the story)
And I think of you.
Yes, YOU, reading here today.
I think of the seeds and stories planted in your heart, friend.
It may not be through writing or blogging, but most definitely, you are purposed to tell stories.You are purposed to tell a story.
To speak life.
To walk along your friends, parents, neighbors, and children to help them see what you see, but also, to see what they see.
This is why I write.
It’s about you.
It’s about taking you with me: into the dusty villages of Zacapa, over contaminated rivers, along the winding roads of adoption, across the ocean to Congo., into dark corners of the widows’ basement in Syria, and yes, even through the sometimes murky waters of motherhood.
It’s about them.
The women living brave.
We must tell their stories.
It’s about Him.
He wrote the book and pens your story even now.
Let Him in?
Give Him the glory?
What stories has God asked you to share? Who are the people you’re called to enter in the mess with?