So, it’s been f…o…r…e…v…e…r…since I’ve written here. And I’ll be honest, it’s been weighing heavy on me. See, writing is my outlet…my free therapy.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about one’s ‘calling’ in life. You know, your purpose, why you were put on this earth…no, it wasn’t just to turn oxygen into carbon dioxide, or to annoy your kids – although, I have to admit, that’s kinda fun!
You know, using the talents that God gave you into your gift back to him – your reason. I truly feel like I have a story to tell. I have wisdom I can share. I have lots going on up there – it’s not just a hat rack, you know? But will anyone want to listen to the ramblings of me? Some days I really doubt it…those days are the worst. Because for those of you who know what your purpose is…imagine NOT doing it…yeah, kind of an ugly picture, huh?
See, here’s the thing I finally realized…I’m not writing for all of you fine people,in fact, to some extent, I’m not even writing for me…I’m writing for Him. I’m writing because I feel this is the gift He has given me. And what I do with it is my gift back to Him. He wants my time. He wants my words. He wants to know what I share with you, my dear readers…though you may be few in number, in my heart, you are HUGE!
My mind is a jumbled mess. My writing helps me to process things.
Like, how am I still doing this ALONE? This parenting thing – it’s rough out there! And yet I’m still doing it virtually alone. I’ve even had people tell me that I make single-parenting look like a breeze…whew, that’s one heckuva strong breeze…maybe a ‘gentle’ gale with the force of a tornado…yeah, that sounds a bit more appropriate.
But the question remains…WHY? What am I to learn in this season of life God has me in? Because if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that there is a lesson to be learned.
So, in my fringe hours, you’ll find me here a lot more. Learning, processing, working things out, ya’ll.