I didn’t start this blog to write about Christianity.
There, I said it.
It’s something that’s been on my mind lately — how “religious” this space has become. I’m conscious of it with that dark-and-stormy side of my writer’s heart: I must admit that I’m embarrassed, at times, that people who know me outside of my faith will be disappointed. Oh, another one of those writers. Another one of those women. We thought you were different. We thought you were real.
But honestly, I’m also intrigued. What is it they tell you: Follow your heart? Trust your instincts? Write on the topics about which you love to read? Find your purpose in those moments when you are most truly yourself? Pay attention to what gets your attention.
And so I’m floundering along a bit, figuring out what this space should be at a much slower pace than I anticipated when I wrote this post last year. I thought I would be using a content calendar and posting Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 11:00 a.m. on-the-dot. But no, I am not there yet.
I hear a call from somewhere deep and mysterious.
I want to follow it, but can’t yet make out its source.