
The number one rule of blogging is being consistent and regular....
I knew when this year began I would not be either. I knew that this year would throw me a lot of curve balls, and so far I have not been wrong.
But first, let me apologize to you all for...dropping the ball. And if you allow me, I wish to be vague in why. Vague because I am a very private person, and that part of me works actively against the need for a writer to be very public.
So,
one of those reasons for not blogging recently is family health. After my husband and I returned from our anniversary trip to Texas, life has been one run on sentence of health issues, climaxing with my daughter spending a week in the hospital. Are we back to full health? No. I'm not...but that's another story for another day (part of that "I'm a private person" clause).
Another reason pertains to God's work in my life. I'm so thankful that He continually works to reveal more of Himself to me, molding my perceptions and understandings, challenging my weaknesses, ...loving me. Taking a step away from blogging allowed me time to seek God's direction.

Toward the end of January, I had wrapped up my extensive personal study on Psalm 51. What a deeply moving and challenging psalm. During that study, I had felt as though God sat down beside me and pointed things out, with His arm around me, His voice soft and gentle, always loving me through it. Just to know who I am without Christ--where I was heading before I was saved; who I could have been had God not revealed Himself to me as a child and called me to Him--having these things revealed to me while I studied this psalm made the beauty of His sacrifice on the cross that much more precious and valuable.
Humbling. That is the key word that came from my study. I've known for years how much pride I have. To read and study and get insight into my own sin....and yes, I have led what people would typify a good Christian's life--but I'm not good at all, not without Christ's righteousness.
And this perhaps leads me to a
third reason why my blogging stopped. I hate confrontation. I hate competition. I hate criticism on any level (a symptom of how deep my pride is). For me, there is no greater joy than to be surrounded by like-minded people who agree with the things I believe or think and who understand who I am...at least enough to not think evil of me (or what I perceive as evil).
Now, before you jump to conclusion that some reader was nasty to me, that's not true. My readers are wonderful, and I wouldn't change them for the world...even those that stumble upon my blog and freely state any disagreement to what I've written. Truly--believe me, I welcome this exchange.
However, I cannot deny the emotional toll that comes when someone jumps to conclusions about me, misinterprets what I say, or misjudges one of my generalizations, assuming I do not have all the facts and needed to be corrected. Normally I would deal with this and move on...but life sent me so many curve balls all at once that I couldn't handle confrontations and criticisms all at the same time...best I back off blogging and re-examine.
So I stepped back until I felt God gave me leave to return.
In February, I began my study on the life of David. Loving every minute of it. God is showing me so much about myself and what He wants from me.
For example, the last few days I have been looking at David's interpersonal relationships with his family. He didn't always get along with his family, not just his immediate family, but brothers, nephews, and perhaps even in-laws (King Saul, his father-in-law chased him all over the country-side determined to kill him).
What struck me was David's great ability to love. He mourned the death of Saul and Saul's sons. He mourned the death of his nephew, Amasa, who became Absalom's captain of the host. He mourned Absalom, the son who tried to steal the kingdom away from him.
David loved his family, and he loved God's anointed--even when they did him wrong (sound like a country music song?).
This struck me. You see, sometimes I come across cold...at least that is what I figure is the only explanation for how people react to me.
I don't mean to be cold and heartless. I tend to approach hardship like a steam engine - full steam ahead, don't stop to examine how difficult things are, just keep chugging up that hill - and with a giddy kind of smile on my face. The doctor in emergency told me I seemed very relaxed and comfortable while my daughter struggled to breathe. That calm, cool exterior really didn't reveal the rising tension and the adrenalin running through my veins.
I have trained myself over the years to push aside all thoughts of fear or revulsion or anxiety when faced with a not-so-pleasant situation. As a child, I was known to be fearless because I had that ability to push fear aside to leap off the swing at the greatest height or some other stupid stunt. Or to push revulsion aside to accept a dare to clean the drains in the barn with my bare hands - pulling up straw, urine, manure, and all sorts of nasty stuff.
But what happens to me when the not-so-pleasant situation passes is a meltdown. All that energy I used to push aside fears, worries, etc. is gone and I breakdown in tears, usually end up sick, and desperately need space between myself and others until I recover.
So what does this all have to do with David and his love for others? In that meltdown, I become very self-centered. I push people away and if I am not careful, can become bitter toward anyone who hurt me during the adrenalin rush. But more than that, in this last go round, I began to question my ability to love. Love is more than affection. Love is a way of living. And when the last of my energy was sucked out of me, I felt even "loving through action" was difficult.
To study David and see how he did not seek revenge, even when everyone else could think him totally justified, challenges me to consider my reactions to situations and people.
Lord, help me to love the way David did--to have a heart like David's and so please You.
David loved like Jesus, like God. Before we are saved, we are God's enemies (Romans 5:10) because of sin. Yet, God loved us. He sought to have reconciliation and took upon Himself our sin. He paid a hefty price. He loved to the point of death.
David cried, "O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!" (II Samuel 18:33b).
This is very similar to God's cry for Israel in Ezekiel 33, and Christ's cry for Israel in Matthew 23:37. Paul was willing to be cursed for Israel (Romans 9:1-3). Peter stated that God is not willing that any should perish (that any includes everyone) (II Peter 3:9).
Oh to have that love. Was David blind to what Saul wanted to do? No. Was he blind to Absalom's actions? No. Yet, he loved them despite what they did to him.
What does all this have to do with blogging? As I stated earlier, I hate confrontation or criticism. Yet, 90% of a writer's life is wrapped up in receiving criticism.
- Your critique partners chop up your work with the intention of helping you make it better. Sometimes those critiques are hard to accept, yet almost always they are exceedingly helpful.
- Then you go through seemingly endless amounts of rejection letters waiting for someone to see some value in what you write.
- Your editors put red all over your manuscript, leaving you feeling completely unfit to write - and rarely do they ever feel obliged to tell you what you've done right. The fact you have a contract theoretically should be enough for you to know you are good enough.
- Then you have the reviewers. A bad review can be like a cannonball dropped on your head or a sword through the heart. The negative input continues.
So the question becomes, why write if you receive so much negativity? For me, I desire to serve God, to bring Him glory, honor, and praise and to please Him. And I feel compelled to write, to put down on paper all those thoughts and imaginations and words that float around in my head needing to be contained and measured against God's Word. That is the crux for me - the measuring of those thoughts and imaginations against Scripture. Writing helps me to do this.
My quiet time with God requires I have a notebook by my side. I write everything down. I diagram. I draw maps. I chart. I circle, put arrows, put brackets and parentheses, and all other sorts of things to sort out what God is telling me through His Word. And when I catch on to what He is trying to tell me, I'm so excited that I want to share it with others...hence why I blog or write.
Sure, some of my writing is purely to meet deadlines (I write a monthly column for the Ready Writer and Sunday devotionals for Colonial Quills as well as a few other articles), but even those cannot escape the heart of what God is teaching me.
So yes, I did step away for awhile to focus on family and life, and to take time to re-examine God's direction for me. Am I back? Yes, as God allows.
Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. For that ye ought to say if the Lord will, we shall live and do this or that."
James 4:14-15