Friends, I must admit… It’s been entirely too long since the last time you heard from me. This was no one’s fault but my own, for I lost sight of why I started writing.
I became drunk with pride.
Hungry for attention.
Longing for praise.
I started this blog just a little over a year ago as a creative outlet for my ideas and thoughts, stories, and music. My private journal was no longer enough. I had a desire to share what I was writing. I longed for the excitement of writing something that would help someone in some way. Perhaps cause a smile or a laugh, a new perspective on life, or even an awakening of the soul.
For awhile things were going magnificently. Ideas were flowing into my mind and through my fingers like a babbling brook filled with new snow melt. I was enjoying the process of my writing, listening to God’s voice and what He wished me to say. I was in love with it all….
But soon, my dream turned into a nightmare. I began to look at the counter more and more. I began to write with the intent of reaching the masses, instead of writing for the love of the craft. I somehow acquired tunnel vision. I only focused on getting more views.
More views meant I was successful.
More views meant I was a great writer.
More views meant I was better than other writers.
Notice a trend?
I became selfish.
I became arrogant.
I became egotistical.
In short, I became everything I never wanted to be. A greedy, selfish, arrogant man. I was disgusted with myself. So I quit.
I was finished. Done… But God wasn’t done with me.
2014 is dead and gone. A new year has come and with it new challenges and changes. It’s terrifying, but at the same time exhilerating.
It means a clean slate.
It means a fresh start.
It means new beginnings.
2014 was a time of shedding off some excess baggage.
A time of growth and humility. A time to wait and listen.
A time to abide in Him, and to understand His heart again.
God has shown His grace to me in so many ways this past year. I have a heart full of thankfulness, but perhaps the most miraculous thing He has done was remind me just exactly who I am and why I write.
I am good.
I am loved.
I am the pearl of great price.
I am His son.
I do not write for fame, or numbers on a counter, or satisfaction from earthly words.
“The best thing you can do for your fellow, next to rousing his conscience, is — not to give him things to think about, but to wake things up that are in him; or say, to make him think things for himself.”
― George MacDonald, A Dish of Orts
I write because He has placed a desire upon my heart to share with you what is in mine. I write because through what I say, maybe you will see a piece of yourself and hope will be rekindled, a spark will be lit, or the flame of a dream will burn brighter.
He makes my dreams fully realized and more beautiful than I could ever imagine. Yours are no exception.
You are good.
He loves you.
You have immeasurable potential.
You are the pearl of great price.
It’s a new year. A new season. A new start.
Let us walk this path together. Let us learn from each other. Let us live life with passion.
But most importantly… Let us love.