Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings to closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:1-2
Part 2: Write in your own style.
When I began to “research” blogging for the Women’s Ministry, Suzie sent me several links to blogs she enjoyed. My goodness, were they ever good! These women’s posts were short, concise, sweet, and profound. It was as if the writers were taking my hand and gently guiding me down a quiet path bordered by wild flowers that smelled like honey. At the end of the peaceful walkway I was always surprised to find myself blinking into the brilliant light of the cross as they always ended with edification. I mean, they were poetic and thoughts flowed and repeated and they were all very… sweet. Even reading Suzie own personal blog (suzielind.com) left me intimidated. They were mini devotionals. Her posts were moving. There were those wild flowers again. I read too many bloggers and I began to doubt my own ability to write anything of substance. To be completely honest, I began to doubt my own faith! If I had a deeper faith maybe my own wild flowers would finally start smelling of honey. But I’ve decided that’s just not my style.
Oh my goodness, do I love Jesus. He is my world. He is my everything. He sanctifies me. He buries me in His steadfast love. And I am so grateful and undone. But I am not poetic. I don’t have quiet paths of flowers to lead you down, because that’s just not me. The paths I frequent include laundry, crying over math homework, sunshine at playgrounds, and the quiet nagging thoughts of, “Am I doing this right?” That’s where God meets me.
Sometimes He meets me at Starbucks as I have a “writing” moment while the husband is at home with the kids. But mostly the blinding light of the cross leaves me blinking in amazement when I am broken. “God, how do I compromise over parenting styles? I need You right now!” Or “What a great day! Jesus, how I thank You so much for that refreshingly play date with friends!” That’s when I see God. And that’s when I write.
But where do you see God? Maybe it’s in your singleness. Maybe it’s in that rude coworker in the next cubicle. Is it in your sickness, your healing, your happiness, or your pain. It’s at those moments of great heaviness or in joyful jubilation that you should write for us and explain what The Cross looked like for you. And don’t try to sound like anyone else. I assure you, if I tried to sound like Suzie Lind I would not being writing today. We don’t need to read about your perfection and we don’t need your perfect grammar (all comma splices will be accepted with open arms) and we don’t need uniformity. We need me to be me and Suzie to be Suzie and we need you to be you.
For You formed my inward parts; You knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are Your works; my soul knows it very well. Psalm 139:13-14