Why a blog? This is the question I've asked myself and my blogger friends for the past few years. And meanwhile I've continued to write and post notes on Facebook, well over 60 of them, because hanging out and talking with your friends is fun...and safe. I even eventually started a blog just for grammar nerds, and pun lovers, and other silly sorts. But the thought of a "real" blog persisted.
The real blog is the revealing blog, the one where you put yourself out there and risk the slings and arrows of outrageous comments. It’s the place where you lay your life out in the open, venture to share a passionate opinion, or again, on a good day, pour out a little grace and encouragement. These little articles are your "kids," loved and nurtured. You take this blog seriously and in return hope to be taken seriously.
“But when are you ever serious?” my friends might say. Tis true. I spend a lot of time in silly land. As far back as childhood I learned that laughter is good medicine. Life is full of serious, but for me silly is genetic. I just can’t shake it…no matter how hard I dance. (But that’s another story) As far back as childhood I’ve also been introspective and one prone to delving into big thoughts. What a relief to finally be big and more able to go toe to toe with them. Or at least brave enough to try.
Big thoughts, often brought on by big storms or even hiding in the midst of little happenings, are primarily what move me. Since childhood I’ve been pondering a big God, getting out of bed at night several times to ask my mom, “Who made God?” “He was, is, and always will be, child. Now go back to bed.” Then I would lay there trying to get my mind to venture to a place called “always was.” Sometimes it’s seemed a curse, that compelling to think so hard. But I’ve come to know that it is what my big God ordained for me before I was born. Even in me, it always was.
So my kids are being spun out into the blogosphere. Not as big and wondrous a place as the universe, but still a place of mystery, to me at least. I know that they’ll be safe. Safe enough. God is my refuge and strength, not what others think of me. I say that with much certainty today, but it’s been a hard fought piece of ground. It’s good to be standing here, in Him, as I send my thoughts out into the unknown. And I can no longer escape the compelling to write any more than I’ve been able to escape the need to think, and mull, and pray, and diagram things in my head…most often while I should be sleeping.
“On life and laughter and everything in between. My life. My faith walk. My goodness…life is breathtaking!” It’s a working title and a place to start.
Though my mom insists that I was known to just sit and laugh all by myself as a child, and on my husband's authority I still do sometimes...life and laughter are best enjoyed with friends, so please stop by often.
