One year ago, I pushed the publish button and my very first blog post went off into the world. One year ago, I was up until 3:00 a.m. fretting over what I had just done. One year ago, I started this little adventure called blogging.
Just about a year before starting this blog, I shared my testimony at a conference on infertility. Afterward, women and men were coming up to me thanking me, and letting me know that my story touched them. On the drive home, I was filled with the kind of elation that only comes from the joy of knowing the Lord’s calling and presence. The peace of this experience, despite my nerves, and the realization that I could use my story not only to comfort others, but to shed His light into the darkness of infertility, left me nearly speechless and in awe of a mighty God’s penmanship of our lives. I knew that I was not meant to keep my testimony to myself anymore.
For about a month or two before starting this blog, I had this nagging feeling that would not go away. I felt led to start a blog, but was wrought with the worry of not having anything to say. My fear was that once I shared my personal story of infertility, I would not be able to write about anything else. I have learned through the year to not force topics just because I need to fill the space. I have learned to listen and look for those moments that are filled with nuggets of wisdom, joy, sadness, and clarity.
From behind the computer screen, we all get peaks into the lives of others. We get to visit other countries, share in special moments, revel in celebrations, deliberate in political issues, and shed tears; all of which reminds us of our humanity. Sharing in the human experience reveals that we are all basically the same. We want freedom, love, companionship, health, family, and to attain our dreams. We want to be comforted through our pain, and to shout with glee in our successes. People do care, people are interested in each other, and life stories can be used in a way to build someone else up.
Since I started this blog a year ago, I have also welcomed a third child into our home. Through heartbreak and tough decisions, I became a mother to a baby whose mother I carried around and watched grow up through the years. At times I am completely overwhelmed by the Lord and His provision in my life, and yet, I know His heart must break for the mothers of the children I so love.
My story continues to unfold as the years go by, and with age, it seems that I am always being refined and renewed. I really can’t complain at all about the life the Lord has given me. I’ve been a daughter, sister, friend, aunt, granddaughter, wife, and mother. I’ve felt the wrath of a devastating illness. I’ve had to regain my strength physically and emotionally step-by-step. I’ve had to let go of what would have been. I’ve embraced what has been, and choose to embrace what will be.
I think I’m more in love with writing than I’ve ever been. I do not want to write, I need to write. That is one of the blessings that has come out of this blog. I have learned to worry less about who reads it, and instead, focus on writing life experiences that will spread a little hope, give encouragement, embrace humility, and speak of grace. If only one person reads my blog, but that one person is comforted, then that is all that matters.
Thank you for reading my blog. Thank you for sharing your wisdom, and your encouragement. Thank you for getting to know me a little through my words.
In case you missed them. I’ve linked my first few posts written one year ago:
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” – Joshua 1:9
God bless you!