Last week I was telling one of my daughters about a blogger I follow.
Although this blogger is young enough to be my daughter, she lives in a vastly different culture, and our theologies might be equally different, we share space and time, joys and struggles, as well as a love to communicate the written word. This lovely lady, whose posts I have shared a time or two (PrivyPlace), has just become a full time (paid) blogger. It is her dream come true, and I am so excited for her.
My daughter asked, “Mom, are you jealous of her?”
My daughter has heard me many times say, “when Oprah asks to publish my book …” and so she is very aware of that area of dreamland I sometimes escape to.
So, am I jealous of her?
No.
Happy for her, I am! But not jealous.
It has been about two and a half years since I dared to share my words, publicly, here where I aim to declare each day that it truly is a wonder filled life. I started, selfishly … because I needed to remind myself of the blessings of wonder in this life I live. This venue gives me the accountability I need to live intentionally thankful for all that I have … blessings and curses.
Without revealing too much of my inner soul, this space has enhanced my days, strengthened my relationships, and keeps me walking with my God.
What I never expected was that anyone (other than my mother) would read my words on the screen. Yet, the stats indicate that there is more than mom reading.
Almost every day that I have written (or posted the words of another) I receive input from someone …
a comment
a FaceBook comment
an email
a message
Almost every word that is shared with me communicates …
“that is what I needed today”
“thanks for being … real”
real …
for many years I felt that my ‘real’ words were not what anyone wanted to hear, to read.
But, that is what you get here …
the real me
messy, imperfect, flawed, sinful,
sometimes a guilt-laden daughter
sometimes a wiggin’ out mamma
sometimes a resentful wife
always
always a redeemed child of God.
My hope is that my posts might be, for those who read, what Proverbs 25:11 tells us :
“A word spoken at the right time is like gold apples on a silver tray.”
And my friend who is now a full time (paid) blogger … I knew her when she just did it for herself, and that makes me love her new opportunity even more. A profession born out of passion!
itsawonderfilledlife 