I must admit, it is more than a little intimidating to be publishing a post for the first time in 13 months! For many years, this space was where I came to share my heart, to process the goings-on of my daily life and to (hopefully) inspire other women. Then, for a myriad of reasons, it became increasingly quiet here. Eventually, I didn’t know how to break the silence, nor did I have a desire to. I even contemplated saving my favorite posts and just deleting this ole blog, as I felt I had run out of things to say.
The reason I didn’t just delete the blog and close this chapter of my life was the
nagging nudging of the Holy Spirit, continuously saying I wasn’t yet done here. I could list the reasons I stopped writing, but it would just be an attempt to justify my disobedience. When I started praying for my One Word for 2016 back in late November, I had a few great contenders in my mind. But every time I took those words to God in prayer, He would give me the same word right back. You probably guessed it by now. My One Word for 2016 is Write.
Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Proverbs 3:3
Write the study on Isaiah 58 that I began in *cough* 2011.
Write devotions for teen mamas.
Write down our foster care journey.
Write God’s truth in my heart and in the hearts of my family through my thoughts, words and actions.
Write words of encouragement for women living with chronic illness, women believing the lies Satan is whispering in their ears, women feeling too far gone to ever be noticed, let alone loved by Almighty God, women who are feeling discouraged in their marriage, women overwhelmed by their life stage, hurting women.
You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the Living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts. II Corinthians 3:3
This post is my first step towards keeping my promise to God that 2016 will be the year that I return to writing.
Oh, that my words were recorded. That they were written on a scroll, that they were inscribed with an iron tool on lead, or engraved in rock forever. Job 19:23.
I would be honored if you would join me on this journey by reading along this year, as well as praying for me and holding me accountable!