Today is June 24th, the 175th day of the year. This is my 176th blog. I began this blog at the end of 2014 with my first entry being an announcement that simply said, “Just begin.” Then the next day I wished everyone a Happy New Year. That’s when the real blog began. January 1st of 2015.
This blog was a dream of mine. A lifelong dream. To write a book. I finally made it a reality. One day at a time.
I sit each morning with my Galaxy Note II and my cup of coffee in hand and meet with God. I work nights so my sleeping patterns are a bit amiss. The actual hour that my “morning” writing occurs may vary greatly each day. But one thing that does not vary is that I do write. Every day.
It is my calling. I’ve finally found my niche. It is the moment I love the most about each and every day. It’s become much more than just a habit. It’s become a part of who I am. I now see the world in blogs. 🙂
I was a Journalism major in college. I love to write. I love to express my thoughts and feelings through the written word. I so love words! Words strung together make sentences. Sentences strung together make books. All my past attempts to write my book fell incomplete. My life seemed to keep taking me elsewhere. Until now.
This blog is my book. My intention is to publish 365 blogs. One year’s worth. Then print it, and give it to each of my 3 daughters to pass on to my grandchildren. They can read it someday or use it for warmth in their firepit. Their call. It is my gift, my legacy, a piece of me to live on.
My goal in writing this blog is to touch at least one person every day through the transparency of who I am, mess and all. We all have our strengths and our shortcomings. For some of us, our shortcomings are just a little more obvious than others. It’s called being human. 🙂
Over the years, I’ve come to acknowledge that I am a mess. Without Jesus as my constant companion, I am a mess! But, I’m a happy mess. 🙂 One that loves Jesus, her 3 daughters, and all those people who have touched my life along the way. Even those that have hurt me. For they have made me stronger. Wiser. And more appreciative of those that do love me. To those people I say thank you. Unfortunately, none of them read my blog. They could care less that I even exist. 😦
My attempt is to give you, my readers, little snippets of insight from my life (I call it learning from my mistakes.) using MY words, and then tie that daily subject matter into GOD’S word. It’s truly remarkable how every day God meets me with my morning manna, my subject matter, never a reader’s block, and away we go!
There’s nothing magical about the number 176. Except as of today, I’ve shared 176 little snippets of who I am with you. That’s my Stats. My Data.
We can measure just about anything we want to these days, and if we are great mathematicians (or polticians 🙂 ), we can tweak the numbers to make them work for us in whatever manner best suits us.
I was just examining the stats on my blog this morning. Nothing monumental. But I found this particular page somewhat intriguing. These are the stats for the countries that viewed my blog for the month of May.
My goal is to touch at least one person each day. I may never know this side of heaven if that goal was attainable. I do know this. Someone in Zimbabwe viewed my blog in May. The power of God. When I wrote “Just begin.” a little over six months ago, I would have never in my wildest dreams imagined someone in Zimbabwe would view my blog. The power of God.
And you wonder why I know this is my calling? My niche? 🙂 I can assure you, as long as I’m able to think and write, I will continue talking of God’s word as I sit in my house and walk along the road of life and when I lie down and rise up with anyone who cares to listen. Zimbabwe does!
I’m humbly touched. ♡
“You shall therefore impress these words of mine on your heart and on your soul; and you shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontals on your forehead. “You shall teach them to your sons, talking of them when you sit in your house and when you walk along the road and when you lie down and when you rise up.
Love and laughter,