I’ll be honest with you, my readers, I often wrestle with what to write.
I want my content to be helpful, inspiring, and worth your time. I really value your time. The tension comes in when I ask myself, “How personal do I want to be?”
As I am setting off on a path in the world of blogging and speaking I have to choose a direction. At the heart of this struggle is this question, “How much do I share my faith?” Behind all that I do is the motivating force of a love for God and a gratitude for what Jesus has done for me on the cross. This is who I am. My faith shapes every category of my life.
There is a lot of value in tips, tricks and inspiration.
I like to share with you beautiful pictures of transformed spaces. I love to give you ideas of where to start when creating order in our homes. So I ask, do I keep things “neutral” focusing entirely on the subject of organizing your home? Or do I share my personal stories and my journey with you? I’ve come to a conclusion on this question, it was a bit of a process and a great story.
Let me tell you how it unfolded.
I found myself with a small window of time one afternoon before I needed to start making diner. The kids were happily occupied with an after school snack and were visiting with each other and their neighbor friend who had stopped by. I decided to allow myself to indulge in one of my favorite luxuries and I sat down to my piano.
First I played “Sonatina No. 1 in C Major” by Kuhlau. It is “my” piece. I play it every time I sit down to the piano. I have most of the first movement still memorized from my days playing piano recitals. There is something soothing about the firmiliar notes that flow from my fingers out of muscle memory. It’s not a terribly difficult piece, but it does make the listener turn their head and say, “Hey, she knows how to play the piano.”
Then I played my next favorite thing, Hymns. I love the contemporary music that we sing in our church gatherings today, but I admit that hymns will always hold a special place in my heart. I grew up in a conservative church where we would get out our hymnals and sign “all four stanzas” of a song. Their words of truth are etched on my heart.
I got up from the piano and went about making diner for the family. I was humming the tune of those sweet hymns as I boiled water for spaghetti and broiled hot dog buns with olive oil and seasonings for make shift garlic bread.
The next day I was out for my morning run. I was talking with God asking Him, “What do you want me to share, what should I say?” The question hung in the air. I was breathing hard as I ran. I was experiencing physical and spiritual struggle as I made my way through the neighborhood. I wondered do I keep my message “neutral” and hope for a broad audience, or do I share my faith that is woven so tightly into the fabric of who I am.
The answer was clear.
I was in the shower when the words of a hymn that I sang the day before came to me, “Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine…This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior, all the day long.” I was to tell my story, my song. Praising my Savior is part of who I am.
I rushed down to the piano wanting to play “Blessed Assurance” again. I looked through the index and found the page number, page 67. I turned to that page in my well loved worn hymnal. I found page 65 and 68, but page 67 was gone. It was as if God was saying to me, “Your story is missing.” It needs to be told.
So here I am.
I hope to inspire you, to encourage you and to motivate you to be the best version of you.
Most of all I hope to share truth, love and hope. I don’t know if it will be popular or not, but that’s for God to worry about, not me. I just get to tell my story. A story of God walking faithfully beside me through dark waters and beautiful places.
Join me on this journey.