The leaves on the trees are changing…and so am I.
I have a lot of amazing friends, both in real life and the ones across this beautiful globe whom I’ve met online. I cherish each and every one of them. One of the things they all have in common (in addition to being immense blessings to my heart) is that they have all encouraged me to write and to KEEP writing.
God must know how much encouragement I really need in this area because He keeps putting people in my life who keep whispering, and shouting, these things to me:
“You need to tell your story/testimony!”
“You should write about that!”
“You should write a book!”
“If you wrote a book, I’d buy it!”
“Thank you for sharing your heart on this!”
“You have a gift, a real talent. I love the way you write!”
I have a confession. I know it’s silly, but it has taken me a long time to really believe that people weren’t just saying these things, that they really meant them. I’ve gone down the whole spectrum, from total disbelief and denial to where I am now, which would be here:
I think all these people, over all this time, in all these different ways, telling me the same things…and the looks in their eyes…may not be empty platitudes after all. I think I’m to a place where I’m willing to trust them, to actually risk believing they are really being sincere. To step out and *GULP* start writing.
I mean, really writing.
About the secret stuff that’s in my heart that I’d like to share but have been too afraid to tell you about. That kind of writing. Writing about myself, my life, my thoughts, my passions. The things that make me, “me”.
Honestly? I still struggle with wrapping my brain around the concept of anyone wanting to hear about me, what I think about things, what I like and such. So I’ve been trying to think of it in a different way, taking the “self focus” part out of it, putting it all back on God.
What I mean by “putting it all back on God” in part, is making it all about Him. Know what I mean? Going completely back to the fact that He created me, in His image, and it pleased Him. Every single thing about me, He fashioned. And He fashioned it well. All the things I’ve been through He ordained and allowed and is (and has been) in the process of redeeming, restoring, making it the way He originally planned. So really? It’s HIS story. His story about me. When I think of it that way, I think it sounds kinda cool. And pretty amazing. Don’t you?
Another part I think of is how it relates to my being a Christian. As a Christian I have chosen (and continually strive to choose) to surrender my life to Jesus, for His purposes and plans. The Bible says this:
“Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own? For you are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.” ~1 Corinthians 6:19-20
If I have truly given up my claims and “rights” to myself, it’s no longer about me but about Christ (in me) and He alone is worthy to receive all the glory, accolades and credit for what He has done in and with my life. So maybe it’s ok to talk about me?
Confession #2: I worry that I’ll do something that takes glory away from God. (Apparently I suffer from selective amnesia, frequently forgetting God is in complete control of ALL those kinds of details.)
The more you get to know me, the more you will find out just how much the Lord has done in my life to become the person you see me as today. Which, I guess is what brings this back full circle…
I think I can finally take the advice of my friends and say it’s ok to talk about me, in light of all that Christ has done. As long as I keep that perspective and continue in obedience, He will work out the details.
So now, I turn back to you, my friends, hold your hands in mine, look you square in the eyes and ask you from the bottom of my heart:
“Let’s do this? Together? For God’s people and for God’s glory? Be who we are? Share who He’s made us to be? All of us? Yes?”