My mind often swirls with thoughts and my heart races to write… yet I struggle…
I halt creative ideas longing to be penned…thoughts begging to be put into words…moments pleading to be captured into memories…and emotions,…asking to meet the Word so feelings can be birthed into living…
Writing is hard…
Because anything that requires a bit of us to give away is hard…
Because our own demons need to be faced and slayed…
Because there is a peeling of self – an unmasking…
Writing is a sacrifice…
Because time is scarce, and energy not a given, and quietness a rare commodity…
Writing is laborious…
Because momentum takes effort and and non-interruption is idealistic…
I struggle, how I struggle…but far above anything else, I struggle with the condition of a calloused heart – one that is far too busy to slow down, far too happy to cry out, far too comfortable to be bothered – and one lacking in compassion.
I want to be a Kingdom blogger …to write at His pace and to grow in His space…
Kingdom blogging is worth all of it – all.of.it
Kingdom blogging forces us to be on our knees…and to then to rise and walk away with a longing for the more. It positions you to face life armoured…in humility, courage, confidence and freedom…
Kingdom blogging forces you to be committed to growth – to read, to learn, to reflect, and to find your voice in a world that is saturated with too much noise…
Blogging for the audience of One…
I come hungry for the Word… desiring to wield His Word as sword as I type away – listening to Him and bearing His heart…bringing writer and readers with the One Author of the Word…
As words find expressions and thoughts are shared, others encouraged and homes inspired, milestones celebrated and memories chronicled, wonder of wonders, I find, time slowing down, and my life made the richer.
As I write, I become…
A student of my own life, an intentional parent, and my home – a sanctified training ground…and my children, my disciple…
Let this busy, quiet season of life be a time well spent… The wonderful years of raising young children will vanish like a vapour…but let these words turn times into memoirs…
Writing in the periphery of time can be a gift back to Him who gives us this gift of life…the little crumbs offered can satisfy the hungering hearts and the writer’s pen can enlarge the readers’ minds…if we would commit ourselves to grow as we write…growing in passion unto Him, and compassion unto others, making it all about Him…
(Pictures: Beautifully captured and credited with much thanks to H.S.K)
