Monday, April 30, 2018

On Blogging and Blessing


It is a wonder and a weariness. A great many have first-rate blog sites. Far more have fun blogs. All the ordinary blogs -- stuff like this where we say this and that now and then? All but infinite.


I guess it matters because it gives expression. I love to write and hope to be read. What is that? Natural and human, I suppose. Overly-serious? Maybe.

Probably not. Just human.

Countless blogs? Mind-numbing.

Reminder to enjoy my own front porch, be glad if I can speak and be spoken to by those close at hand, pray to be free of the seductive pull to be out there and be known.

I never cared about that anyway. Not me!

So I end with a warm smile, relishing the human heart that yearns to matter in spite of its frailty. And with joy for being able to express the heart and speak to any who venture by.

Did I mention what matters? "Significance is a gift," someone said. If I listen well enough I will know I matter because I am made. The Maker sees and cares and calls me to receive His blessing. He says I matter and I am learning that is enough.

Do I even have to write about it?

I smile again, and leave off.