I’ll be the first to admit that my heart hasn’t been in this blog for the past couple weeks.
It’s been in the Midwest and my body wants to be alongside it. My mind and heart have been with my mother and her situation to where I am finding it hard to come up with something to put on here.
I’ve thought many times “Is this blog worth it? Do I really want the pressure to blog and blog and ….well, keep blogging? What if I never come up with something to write again?”
Ok, so that last one I know will never happen. Writing for me is like gardening, scrapbooking, or painting a bathroom is for another lady. If you enjoy it, you will always find yourself doing it.
It’s been interesting the comments I’ve gotten about blogging. “How do you find time to do that with five children?” I hope this doesn’t sound self-righteous, but it truly doesn’t take long to write a blog post – maybe 20 minutes.
It’s the idea for a blog post that takes longer in coming. And for these, many times I turn to the One who invented creativity – God. Days when I feel dry as a bone, but the need to write something is in there, I ask Him “What do You want me to write about?” And without fail, the answer comes.
I’ve also watched other blogging moms who blog every day and I begin to feel the pressure that I’m not up to the standard of these bloggers. Then I stop and catch myself – “that is not the purpose of this blog, Kendra.”
So what is the purpose of these scrambled thoughts I put on here? To gain more followers, have more people comment on my so-called wisdom, or double the pageviews I had last month?
I think any blogger will tell you those are traps we all can fall into. But I have ran amuck on the shores of pride too many times in my 33 years to not see the signs in my own heart. And each time I come to this realization – I am always happiest when I can say with absolute clarity, that what I have done pleases my Heavenly Father.
So that is the purpose of this blog, whether it be written on every day or once a month.
To lift up the One who died on that old rugged cross, to tell others that Jesus loves them for the Bible tells them so.
And to hear these words some day –
Well done, My child.