I’ve been meaning to get back into blogging and daily writing for almost a year. But I just never find the time. The time could be there, of course, if I only looked, but instead I choose Pinterest or Instagram, or books or other people’s blogs. Sometimes I even choose my homework over blogging. That’s some serious writer's block. I say that I love writing, and I do. Why, then, do I struggle to actually settle down and write?
I think I’m stuck because everything I’ve previously written on the blog has been a finished piece, the culmination of many thoughts, prayers, and conversations. My blog has been a log for my most important realizations, a catalog of my most poignant stories, with beginnings, middles, and tidy endings.
This year the Lord has been deeply good to me, opening my eyes to see Jesus and grace and my own heart’s intentions a little more clearly. But I’m still in the process; I haven’t reached many conclusions. I’m less convinced I ever will.
But I read somewhere the writing advice to “start where you’re stuck.” So I’m starting here, today and in the middle. These posts will look less like roadmaps and more like modern art, maybe, my unpolished observations of the daily rhythms of God’s grace.
Matthew 11:28-30 (the message version)
Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.