It might be a song, a book, an author, a friend, a teacher, a story or a mentor that ignites something within you that you didn’t even know was there.
Ann Voskamp inspires me as a blogger.
I’ve never read words put together quite the way she puts them together. They read like music. Beautiful music. And you know how I love music.
I’ve never considered myself a writer. I’ve kind of fallen into this blogging thing.
It’s very hard for me to write. Every post you see on this blog takes me FOREVER! My friend Jamie has a challenge for mom bloggers on her site. It’s called the 30 minute blog challenge. The idea is to write a post from start to finish in 30 minutes so that we have more time free for our kids.
Um? I MIGHT be able to come up with a title in 30 minutes. That’s about it.
But Ann makes me want to love writing. She makes me want to practice, learn and refine what has become my craft.
More importantly she makes me want to find Jesus in it. In every part of it. To make each word I type, every sentence I form, every post I create, a gift to Him.
Why Do Something That Is So Hard?
You might be wondering, if I don’t like to write, why do I blog?
I want to share. I want to help. I want to encourage.
I want to connect. You. And Him. Because I know if I do that, you’ll be ok.
You’ll always be ok.
Passing Out Torches
There is a Brooke Fraser song I love. One particular line in it says, “Here I stand, passing out torches.”
That’s what I want to do. I want to pass out torches.
If you sometimes stumble and can’t find your way. If your fire feels cold, your light dim. I pray that my simple, strained words would ignite a blazing inferno that drives you to Him, fuels your family and sparks a relentless revolution in your heart and life.
Maybe? It’s not just Ann that inspires me. It’s you.
Because God has whispered in my heart that maybe you’ve forgotten you’re wonderful. Maybe you’ve forgotten you are undeniably and incomprehensibly loved.
Right where you are. In the cold, dark filth of your worst places. In all His dignity, purity and goodness, He wants to bellyflop right in, pick you up and gently hold you fiercely.
His perfectness stained with your pain. And His love washing you both clean.
You are precious. Just as you are.
You are lovely. In every way.
Don’t look down. Don’t think, “No not me.” “Maybe someday.”
You. Right now. Perfect.
In His eyes.
And He’s not just content to let you rest in His love. He wants you, calls you, is desperate for you, to give all you have to make sure your children, His children, know how precious and priceless they are too.
Let go of your regrets. They are utterly worthless. Take this blazing torch and lead the way, my friends. Run with it.
Your children, they need someone to inspire them.
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