in which the journey continues (after a long silence)

Hey friends, it’s good to be with you again.

Nearly five months have passed since my last post in October… too long, yet it seems like just yesterday. No, nothing drastic happened. Just life. And sometimes, life happens in a way that makes it hard to keep up with everything I want to do.

So, I took a step away from writing outside of school. It was unintentional at first, but over time, I found it harder and harder to return to my writing – not because I didn’t have anything to say, but because I had too much of it. It was all a whirlwind inside me that I didn’t know how to put into words.

It’s often said that the one constant in life is change. This last year has nearly convinced me that the saying is true. I’ve changed. I’m always changing, except for when I don’t. And then the things and people and places around me are changing. How does one keep up with everything and organize the chaos of a single life into words that convey meaning other to other individuals with disorganized lives? It was a burden weighing me down and too much to wrestle with.

And so, I didn’t write. Not a blessed thing besides essays and news articles and an occasional journal entry. I scarcely touched my blog except to sigh over my incompetence and wonder how in the world I managed to become such a mess. My thoughts were all in a muddle. Still are, though I venture to think the muddle is less muddly than before. And here I am again.

What’s changed? (something’s always changing).

It would take my swirling brain too long to piece every bit of it out and explain it fully. You’d get bored, anyway, trust me. Only, I know I need to start writing again.

I think I’ve been afraid. Afraid to write what isn’t perfect. Afraid to share the struggles that show I’m only human after all. Afraid to put into words what God is teaching me because it’s overwhelming – and who am I to think I could explain things I’m only beginning to scratch the surface of?

I visited my blog on a whim last week and began reading the posts one at a time, starting with the latest one. I laughed and I sighed, smiling at an over-embellished sentence here or a quirky thought there. I read and I read, all the way back until my very first post… in which the journey begins. 17-year-old Libby didn’t receive the same training or have the same experiences as the girl she’s grown to become. She’d hardly expect to be where she is today. But tucked away in that timid introduction, she reminded me of something I’ve forgotten for too long.

I am not enough.

I am not enough to make this blog work, or to encourage you as you read it, or to write a perfect post, or to post consistently without fault, or—

I simply cannot do it. I am not enough. And I was never meant to be.

It is in my weakness, not my strength, that God’s grace is sufficient and his power gloriously perfected. I am not enough, but he is. My weakness is no excuse to give up and become complacent about the things he’s given me.

And he has given me a pen to steward well and wisely for his glory. To encourage others. To share a poignant memory that highlights the truth. To get excited over books and muse through poetry. To rejoice over the beautiful. To mourn over brokenness. To delight in what is good. To see his story in the everyday.

This blog isn’t ultimately here to show the world who Libby Powell is. It’s just another avenue of my life to display God’s glory in my weakness.

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, the journey continues… oh yes, I’m still terrified. But the truth is freeing when you remember it, and I’m ready to go on again.

“For from Him, and through Him, and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever. Amen.”

Romans 11:36

8 thoughts on “in which the journey continues (after a long silence)”

  1. This whole post was such a good reminder, Libby! “My weakness is no excuse to give up and become complacent about the things he’s given me.” << this line hit home for me. Thank you for sharing and being honest ❤ I'm looking forward to reading whatever God lays on your heart to write next 🙂

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  2. The part about being afraid of writing could have been my words. And oh that freeing truth that, contrary to what the world says, we truly are not enough. But He is! Thank you for being brave enough to share these words, they are encouraging!

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  3. It’s wonderful to see you post again, Libby, I was just thinking about you the other day. I look forward to seeing where the journey goes from here!

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