When I first started blogging, I began with a few recaps of my own. I wasn't witty enough. I couldn't steal the best material from an already humorous post. Therefore, I began to write what I knew. I wrote more about how God was steering my life and what I was learning in His Word and much less about the twists and turns of a rose ceremony. I hit my groove. Blogging was less about an audience and more about my processing and wrestling the faith. Wrestling is good, by the way.
As my readership grew (not by leaps and bounds), but grew nonetheless, I decided to start taking writing classes. You know, expand my knowledge of writing. It was quickly turned into an influencing platform and writing for my audience. What resulted was my writing became less about me and more about how I could reach the reader. We purchased an official domain. I wrote out a calendar of content. I scheduled posts for when I was away. As quickly as it all started, it flopped. My heart was not in it.
Read this and understand: My heart has wrestled with this concept of marketing myself on many levels. I am envious of social media influencers who can pull in a paycheck for telling you what they wash their face with. I will never be that girl. I rarely wash my face (gasp.) I've wanted to be her. But for me, there is too much discontentedness in the world, myself included, and there is no need to encourage that in the lives of others.
Over the last month, I have had several people ask if I am writing anymore or what I am writing. When the world stops, I didn't write a thing -- other than a small piece to remember the first few weeks of quarantine. I came across an old notebook today of some of my writing plans. I noticed others writing on Instagram. All of this has happened in a matter of weeks. I've wanted to process and walk faithfully by writing and hashing out scripture for so long, but I just didn't have it in me.
And now I'm here. On the same day, a Monday, when my old shows is coming back with a new face. I am coming back to writing. This time it is for me. This time it is for understanding, encouraging, and walking alongside of sisters who believe in Christ as their Savior. It will not be a place about being a mom and sharing a craft. It will not be a place about sharing my cute, cheap shirt from Old Navy. It will be a place where my roles as a wife and mother will intertwine with what leaps off the pages of my Bible. The Word does not return void, and each season of life brings fresh eyes and perspective from His Word.
I'm excited! I hope you'll stick around. I've missed you guys!
An aside: This is probably my final attempt at blogging. I don't want it to be work. When it's work, it's not fun. So to explain a little of my title:
This Life. : A nod to a combination/ abbreviated versions of former blog titles.
Planted by Streams: A nod to Jeremiah 17:7. B and I have written this at the end of our driveway during these crazy weeks. We often practice this verse with a clapping rhythm. He will save; I will teach.
Bearing Fruit: Our lives are lived with the gospel at the heart and to impact the next generation.
Sola De Gloria : For His glory.
As my readership grew (not by leaps and bounds), but grew nonetheless, I decided to start taking writing classes. You know, expand my knowledge of writing. It was quickly turned into an influencing platform and writing for my audience. What resulted was my writing became less about me and more about how I could reach the reader. We purchased an official domain. I wrote out a calendar of content. I scheduled posts for when I was away. As quickly as it all started, it flopped. My heart was not in it.
Read this and understand: My heart has wrestled with this concept of marketing myself on many levels. I am envious of social media influencers who can pull in a paycheck for telling you what they wash their face with. I will never be that girl. I rarely wash my face (gasp.) I've wanted to be her. But for me, there is too much discontentedness in the world, myself included, and there is no need to encourage that in the lives of others.
Over the last month, I have had several people ask if I am writing anymore or what I am writing. When the world stops, I didn't write a thing -- other than a small piece to remember the first few weeks of quarantine. I came across an old notebook today of some of my writing plans. I noticed others writing on Instagram. All of this has happened in a matter of weeks. I've wanted to process and walk faithfully by writing and hashing out scripture for so long, but I just didn't have it in me.
And now I'm here. On the same day, a Monday, when my old shows is coming back with a new face. I am coming back to writing. This time it is for me. This time it is for understanding, encouraging, and walking alongside of sisters who believe in Christ as their Savior. It will not be a place about being a mom and sharing a craft. It will not be a place about sharing my cute, cheap shirt from Old Navy. It will be a place where my roles as a wife and mother will intertwine with what leaps off the pages of my Bible. The Word does not return void, and each season of life brings fresh eyes and perspective from His Word.
I'm excited! I hope you'll stick around. I've missed you guys!
An aside: This is probably my final attempt at blogging. I don't want it to be work. When it's work, it's not fun. So to explain a little of my title:
This Life. : A nod to a combination/ abbreviated versions of former blog titles.
Planted by Streams: A nod to Jeremiah 17:7. B and I have written this at the end of our driveway during these crazy weeks. We often practice this verse with a clapping rhythm. He will save; I will teach.
Bearing Fruit: Our lives are lived with the gospel at the heart and to impact the next generation.
Sola De Gloria : For His glory.
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