Currently curled up on the make-shift window seat in my room, soaking in the sunshine and the crisp breeze that January is blowing in ~
It has been an extremely rough couple of weeks. And I’m kind of getting the vibe that this is life; circumstances are difficult, you work through them, and as soon as you’ve worked through them, you get hit with another volley of difficulties.
I feel like my blog is a crutch; I feel like this is my Facebook. This is where I go to post my not-so-faceless rants about the world, because, once again, that’s what I find myself here for.
But then I go to write about these circumstances I’ve found myself in, and I find myself without words. I find myself without words that will will produce anything of substance, that will do any good.
It has always been that way when I try to talk, verbally; it has very rarely been that way when I try to write.
I feel like when I blog, it has to be deep and insightful. It has to be full of Jesus and empowering, or moving, or something more than what I originally began blogging for – and then I realize that I don’t even know why I began blogging. I was following a trend. I wanted people to notice me. I wanted to be flattered for my words.
Shallow. Selfish. Immature.
And now I don’t know. Because it is still a trend, but I don’t blog to fit in. I do still blog because I want people to notice me, but I also blog because I feel like I don’t have another place to share my words. I blog because sometimes I long for people to read my work and to give me feedback or praise.
I want to blog because I want someone, anyone, to trip across my blog and think, “someone else gets it. I’m not alone. Someone else on this earth understands what it’s like.” I want to be for someone else, what one lady was for me.
I know these circumstances aren’t the end of the world. I know it will be resolved, and I know we’re all going to be okay.
Victory in Christ. Where’s that verse? 1 Corinthians 15 . . . verse 57.
. . . He gives us victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.