Writing this post took me far longer than it should have. I spent so much time pouring over introductions from blogger friends I follow, trying to find the style that best fit with me and my blog. I went for the humorous (found out snark isn’t really my thing), tried the straightforward, typed out sentences only to erase them seconds later. I’m afraid I’m not very good at copying other people. And, as yet, I’m not sure where I fit in… as you can tell, I’m still trying to figure my voice out right now.
And this post still had to be written.
So, here I am. Hello. I finally started that thing called a blog that over half of my writer friends are running. And, well, to be honest, it’s not all that I imagined it to be. I’m terrified, really. Writing for other people is has been my dream for years. And I’ve written. And I’ve shared. And blogging is a dream come true. But I’m finding that it’s not all that dreamlike. That there’s responsibility mixed with the freedom of sharing. That doubts are eating at this blog before the first post is even up. That maybe I’m not good enough, not consistent enough, not enough to make this work.
And if I’m brutally honest, I am not enough.
But I do believe that I have a story to share – something totally bigger than me, something that’s not really mine, but also something that’s so uniquely a part of me that only I can tell it. And I believe that I will mess it up if I try and share it based on anything but the Author’s terms. So I will write. And I will stumble. And I’ll mess it up. But by God’s grace, I’ll be faithful. And by God’s faithfulness, I know that he can use even this wayward pen to declare his truth.
Thus begins my journey… and I’m still terrified. But I think it’ll be a good one.
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