In just a few short months, I will celebrate four years of blogging. Since I first began this journey, I have thought long and hard about why it is that I continue to write. Why is it that I continue to come, allowing words hidden deep inside of my heart to grace the blank canvass of this space?
At first thought, I write to “bring Him glory”, or “to encourage the hearts of women”. And this is true. I want nothing from this blog but for it to glorify and honor the One who gives me the words. Apart from Him, I can do no good thing, and I pray that this has been a good thing in my life, and in the lives of others.
It is my prayer that you are strengthened and encouraged through my words. I do not claim to lead a perfect life. I am scared, bruised, broken…but I have given my life as clay into the hands of the Master Potter. As He molds and shapes my life for His glory, it is my hope that you will be drawn just a little closer.
Even though the above is true, there is another reason why I write. And that is so that my voice would be heard. As infants, we cry as the only form of communicating our wants and needs to those in who’s hands of protection we have been placed. As babies, when hungry or cold, we cry. When uncomfortable or in pain we cry. When feeling ignored and simply wanting attention, we cry.
And so it is with this space. There is a cry deep inside my heart to be heard. Not in a selfish way. But in a way that senses the ache of your own heart. Oh that my words here would meet those cries that you have — to be filled, to be fed to be comforted, to be loved.
I pray that the Lord would use my small and insignificant offering and that through it, you would hear His voice. Not my voice, but His ringing loud and clear here. Yes, I write to be heard. But to be heard so that you will hear Him more clearly!