This is a sentimental time of year for me. One year ago, on the morning of my 37th birthday, I wrote my very first blog post. I didn’t publish it. I just held it in storage as I worked my way through blogging tutorials trying to figure out the technical side of things. One year ago, I decided to be a writer. Or call myself a writer. Or write. I can’t quite figure out the semantics of this thing (and I call myself a writer!).
I spent a month teetering between anxiety and adventure. If I start a blog, will anyone read it? What if people really do read it? What if it doesn’t take off? What if it does take off? Am I good enough? Will they like me?
One year in, I am 100% satisfied with the journey I started last October. My numbers aren’t phenomenal. No one has called to interview me. There are no viral posts in my repertoire. But this adventure has been life-changing.
I developed deep, personal relationships with women who were strangers a year ago. I attended a writers’ conference. I went to a party at Jen Hatmaker’s house. I have been tweeted by people I admire (#whatsup, Jeff Goins!). I guest posted for Perfection Road, Money Saving Mom, and Amber Haines. I get to be a part of The Glorious Table, an amazing, grace-filled space on the web.
These are all good things. Great things. Results far beyond my imagination. But, greater than any of those mind-blowing highlights, I am living my God-ordained adventure. I am doing my Gospel thing.
And I have this to say to you:
Those anxious thoughts skittering around in the back of your mind whispering you have nothing to add, nothing worth saying–those are lies. When you sit to write, fingers perched at the keyboard, and you hesitate, don’t give in to the temptation to check email, Facebook, or the latest on the Donald. And for goodness sakes, don’t check your analytics!
You sit there and put your heart on the screen. Someone out there feels it, too.
Someone needs to hear about the fight you had with your teen. The fact that you just locked yourself in the bathroom to breathe while your toddler sticks his fingers under the door, begging you to come out. They need to know you ran to Sonic instead of your bedroom because ice cream and Snickers go together so much better than you and your husband. Or maybe they need to hear your prayer was answered after years on your knees. They need to know God is faithful when there seems to be no answer.
Don’t let rejection letters stop you. Don’t let negative comments silence you. Don’t let small numbers deter you. And don’t you dare let yourself believe for one minute that what you are doing doesn’t matter. You are doing the work of the Gospel, my friends. You are the voice crying out, “Come, follow me! We will find our way together.”
If you are unsure of which scares you most, anxiety or adventure–JUMP! Take one step toward your call. Just one. Write that blog post. Submit the application. Volunteer to serve in a ministry. Call the acquaintance you want to know better. As you let go of the anxiety, remember this: I am cheering you on. And Jesus is, too!
And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 1:6)
I am linking up with Suzie Eller’s #livefreeThursday. Head over to her lovely web-room and visit with other bloggers as we discuss anxiety and adventure.