Embracing being a creative – A new change on this platform
- Mar 19, 2024
- 3 min read
I’ve often struggled with what to share on this blog. Whether I should only share about Jesus, the Bible or just about what the Lord is teaching me. I have tried to do this in a way that my own heart is not expressed through the ink on this internet page. The truth is, when you write or when you create, either by painting, writing, making music or dancing, your own heart will be expressed. I have been fearing this because I really want to remain anonymous. I don’t have a desire to be known by the masses or be acquainted with anyone who has a big name. But this is what I truly believe the Lord wants me to do in this season.

I have been going back and forth a lot when it comes to blogging for a while. To wanting to write in such a way that people will want to read what I write about. I’ve also been thinking about how the world has gone extremely digital and how less and less people would rather consume information either visually or audibly. Now where does that leave me? A writer?
I have had to admit to myself that I love words and I love writing as well. But my motivation to write should not fall on whether anyone reads my writing or not. It is about what makes me come alive. When I read other people’s work I marvel at how much my own heart is understood through the words they wrote. So whether or not people appreciate the work I write, I know One who does. God, the Creator who gave me this gift of writing. I write to give Him glory. I also write to steward what He has given me well. A friend once put it in this way for me; “If you don’t share the gift and the words the Lord laid on your heart with us, you are robbing us of what the Lord wants to give to us through you.” My goodness aren’t I glad for friends who see what the Lord gave us and call it out and encourage us to walk in God’s will for us. That is exactly what I want to do through this writing. I pray that the writing on here will find you when you need it and that the Lord will speak directly into your heart through it.
I also realize that it is impossible to write without weaving my own life experiences and story here. It feels scary because I feel like I am inviting strangers into my living room. But this is an invitation for you to learn with me. I invite to come and not just stand by the door in my living room, but to come and sit at the table with me. That we may share our stories and talk about Jesus and hard heart things over coffee. That we may pray together, worship together, cry together, laugh together and break bread together. Friend, I don’t know it all. I fail dismally as a child of God, but one thing’s for sure, even as I sin and fall short of the glory of God, He will continue to Father me and love me. I am absolutely nothing without Him. I am the woman that I am today because of my Dad. I truly want to be a woman who walks in intimacy with Jesus and one who knows Him and knows His heart. I want everything I do to flow from that secret place with Him. Once again, I invite you to journey together with me so that we seek the Lord together. I know I can learn a lot from you as you also learn from me. So I invite you to correct me when I’m wrong, to encourage me when I’m discouraged and to always point me back to Jesus.
My desire is that from here we can cultivate a community of ladies who gather around my living room (this blog or my page on Instagram) and stir each other up in the Lord. This blog is not about me or about my own experiences, but about Jesus Christ in me. I don’t want this to be a monologue, but rather a conversation between friends. So do grab your coffee and let’s journey together.
It is my hope and prayer that you find bits and pieces of your story in mine. That all the writing on here, whether it be a devotional, a faith story or just simple storytelling from me, that it will all point you back to Jesus.
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer. - Psalm 19:14

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