Blogging is huge. These days it seems like everyone and their mother has a blog. Every day I get on Facebook or Twitter or Pinterest or Instagram and see at least 20 different blogs. They are taking over the internet. And if I am completely honest with you all? I get both annoyed and frustrated with that. For no reason.. just because I'm selfish. I want to be the only young blogger in my circle of friends. I have been blogging for years.. you just started yours. I want to be the only one with opinions or life experiences to share with the world. I want to have a wildly popular site with thousands of views a day. Me, myself, and I. Because I'm so incredibly selfish. But each time I start to feel like this, I have to pull myself back to the reason I blog... At the end of the day, I do not really care how many hits this little blog has. I do not care whether or not I get any likes on Facebook or retweets on Twitter. I do not even care if anyone even looks at my newest blog posts.... |
You see, I was both blessed and cursed with words. I can easily shoot out words and sentences and witty comments and opinions...when they do not have to do with my heart. Everyday, ordinary, out of the blue topics come naturally... But ask me about something that is near and dear to my heart? I cannot make those secret thoughts come out of my mouth.
It is as if the thoughts that matter the most to me are locked away in my heart and head...and even I do not know how to break them free. Until I write.
Writing for me is not just writing. Writing for me is a way to unlock the hidden parts of my heart and process all that it means in my life. I cannot speak the words, but I can write them.
Writing is the most raw and vulnerable thing I can do. I have to cut myself open in order to let it all out. And believe me...sometimes it hurts. When I write, I process. When I write, I think. When I write, I get to know myself more and more.
"I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear." -Joan Didion
But, when you serve a God who leads you out of your comfort zone for His glory, you end up doing scary things like setting up a blog to share those raw and vulnerable words with the world.
I write because I must. I blog because I believe that God has me in every particular season of life for a particular reason. I blog because I believe that He can use these hopes, dreams, thoughts, desires, and fears to encourage others. Those others are you, my dear readers.
Blogging is beautiful.
Not just because it is a way for me to share my heart in a way that I cannot do with my mouth, but because it allows us to see the hearts of every blogger that we engage with.
I am not the only person who blogs as a way to share their heart with the world. You see, when I take time to actually click on and read all of those "annoying" blog posts I mentioned earlier, I realize that they are not annoying at all.
They are beautiful, and raw, and vulnerable, and unique. They allow me to see the hearts of friends, acquaintances, people I have invested in, and strangers that I may never meet.
Each one of those bloggers is beautiful. Each thought that they vulnerably type out for me to see is beautiful. The season of life that they are in right now is beautiful.
I love experiencing life with them through the platform of their blog.
The authors of those blogs are real and living life and sharing experiences with both you and I.
This, dear friends, is the beauty of blogging.