About one year ago I decided to take a break from blogging.
Posting weekly had turned me into a bit of a monster. I agonized over every sentence and stalked the internet for feedback almost every chance I got. The problem wasn’t the content. In fact, writing truth to myself was life-giving. But man, the vulnerability of doing it publicly revealed all the leaks in my boat.
So, I kind of disappeared. Off of the internet anyway.
That was February 2020.
Then the world fell apart.
I was back in counseling, wrestling with my self-worth and trying to figure out how to be a person. I knew I could not handle writing publicly, but what about the message? Many of you reached out, wondering where I had gone. 2020 was quickly turning into the perfect time to be an anti-anxiety blogger. Surely God needed me to be on the front lines!
Instead, I was collapsing into an invitation to rest. To heal. To plumb the depths of God’s love for me. The world falling apart didn’t mean I had to stuff down my issues and get busy. For me, it was time to lean in. To learn that God welcomes me in — my whole, authentic self held securely by a God who died to bring me close.
So why am I here today, showing up in your inbox?
To be honest, I miss this little blog. Coming here feels good. It’s a place where the noise and clutter of life fades to the background, making way for the truest things.
I’d like to come back here again.
After surviving this year and looking into the unknown of the next, I think all of us could use a reminder of God’s nearness.
I can’t promise perfection. Or even complete sentences. But I plan to show up and write about what it means to live a life at rest, my world in His hands.
Grace and Peace