Apparently it takes me longer then most for stuff to sink in. You know, for the lightbulb to go on and have that, “OOOOh okay….I get it” moment. For someone that’s as quick-witted as I am, it’s embarrassing to admit. Maybe it’s the stubbornness. Maybe it’s pride and independence. Maybe it’s a combination of all three…
But here I am, and it’s July. I’ve had 6 months of nothing but solitude and time on my hands…yet nothing to show for it. I found myself telling a friend that I just didn’t know what I’m supposed to be “doing”. I didn’t feel like I had purpose, that the life I was living had no impact or eternal value.
I felt the quiet whisper of the Holy Spirit say, “You wanna write – then write.” It was a whisper I almost missed. The sound was so faint that had I not been sitting in the solitude of Covid-19, just having had this discussion with my friends Laura & Lisa, I would have missed it. Even after all of that, I tried to shirk it off as “me”.
What changed my mind was a question that came to me, “Well what else are you doing?” My answer was nothing except sitting on my butt watching Netflix. So what could it hurt? I have nothing else but excuses left. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I’d write about. I am not technology savvy. I don’t know how to create a blog. Laura said, “Why don’t you just admit you’re excuse is a lie disguised as a reason.” Well dang, that stung. And I’m out of excuses which I was disguising as reasons why I couldn’t start a blog. So, here we go….