Mark’s been encouraging me to add to the blog for a while now, and I finally give in. Actually, there’s more to it than that. Those of you who know me know that I will talk on and on given most any topic, a lot of times out of sheer enthusiasm or strong feeling. So blogging ought to be right up my alley!
We carved pumpkins this year. Keep reading to see how I carved mine 🙂
The thing is, the Lord has been working on me for many years to stop saying so much and just LISTEN! (A particularly effective method of his was to move me to a country where I couldn’t say anything intelligent – and that’s still open for debate! – for a couple of years).
A blog is appealing to someone like me because it’s a forum to keep spouting off what I think with, seemingly, no restraints. So as Mark repeatedly invites me to put something on the blog, an idea comes to mind, I even jot down notes, but then I check myself. Is this something I should be saying?
Connected to this thought, in my mind, is a string on my violin that runs a little anti-American. It goes something like this: it seems that somewhere in our building and protecting the freedom to speak, we Americans, I think, have somehow gotten the mistaken idea that we should speak. There seems to be an idea that since speech should be free, that we have a right to speak, which some would argue that we do. And this right to speak sort of slides into the thought that we have a right to be heard.
I am not a good global thinker, nor do I process nearly enough variables before I form an opinion or speak – some might say I am a typical American… – but there are days when I feel like the Lord gives me a glimpse of this, and maybe it’s all in my imagination, that I am a living example of this “right” thinking problem. And as the Lord works on me to be much more respectful, much more careful in how I speak, how I listen, I realize how much more I need to grow in this area.
So as I hesitatingly step out into this blogging thing, I do boldly ask your forgiveness ahead of time for some of the stupid stuff I may write. My stupidity is, most of the time, not intentional! But if in sharing what the Lord teaches me someone learns a little something, perhaps it’s not a complete waste.