It has been almost one year since my last blog post. I
didn't mean for it to be so long. I had good intentions, yet the words wouldn't
come. At first, I thought I had writers block. Then, I thought I was just a
little too busy or overwhelmed to write. I tried guilting myself into writing,
I came up with a writing plan/schedule - and still nothing. I find that I
cannot make myself write. Well, I can, but no one (myself included) would want
to read it. When I look back at things I have written over the last couple of
years, I remember the burning thought or idea that would not give me rest until
I wrote about it. I felt an urge to share my thoughts and experiences about
what the Lord is showing me with my fellow sojourners.
This past year has been different. I have had some of the
most amazing experiences, as well as some of the most difficult days I have
ever known. It has been a time of drawing near to the Lord and feeling him draw
near to me. It has been intensely personal, not for the general public. It has
been for me alone. Its interesting that I have never in my life been one that
writes a prayer journal. Perhaps blogging was a bit of public journaling. This
year I felt compelled to start writing my prayers. Instead of writing for
others, I have written pages and pages of my thoughts, feelings, and
experiences as prayers to the Lord. It has been a time of sweet intimacy
between the Lord and me. I hope he leads to to share some of those experiences
with you as I begin to blog again.
I sense the beginning of a new season; a fresh start. I feel
a desire to write for others, not an obligation. I hope to see you back here as
I write about some of my rambling thoughts and adventures on this road called
life.
Thanks to so many of you who have waited patiently and
gently encouraged me in this season.
