When we who love writing decide to venture into the blogging world for the first time, we may dream of the day our hits run into the hundreds, and our comment sections bulge because people thought our words worth reading. However, in growing as a blogger, I find that achieving these goals comes at the price of extremely hard work, sacrifice, and great patience. Nothing is free.
When I began blogging, I had big dreams, and I still do. But I’ve also had so much to learn. Coming from an era where writers either wrote using a typewriter or a pencil; blogging has been an experience in learning a whole new language. I had to figure out what “hashtag” and “widget” were, and for the longest time couldn’t explain the difference between a “category” and a “tag”. I’m grateful for those who are a bit younger, and have very willingly taught me.
I’ve also had to grow as a modern writer. Always writing in full sentences? Nah! And overflowing wordiness… is… just… plain… too… time… consuming… in… our… 3… second… soundbite… world….
I still have a long way to go.
Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve found discouragement settling in. I often struggle with formulating titles, and had felt like I’d made a huge blunder with one of the “Grief” blogs’ titles a couple of weeks ago. Also, later in the week, a friend who had read some of my blogs made a comment, setting up a whole series of questions in my mind and heart as to my ability as a writer…. Have you been there?
I love blogging, and I’m not winging in the least – so please forgive me if it sounds like I am. Sometimes I just need to step back and re-evaluate my “Why”.
Something deep inside compels me to share God’s love story through written language. If I don’t write, the words swirling around inside my head and heart would burn until I “penned” them. I believe I have something important to say in a way no one else can. These are the words God has given me. He has given others words as well, but not these words, not this way. This is my story.
I’ve read more than once recently, by both “Christian” and “Secular” writers that writing is a lonely occupation – and I find it to be very true. Rarely do the masses of writers out there ever realize the numbers of those blessed by what they write.
I heard a Christian author state only in eternity will we truly know the full scope of our audience and how God used us in their lives.
I’m always so grateful for those who tell me they’ve read a post and how it effected them.
But aren’t these concerns really a microcosmic picture of life? We often doubt our gifting, abilities, and even our calling by God. We often forget in the middle of discouragement why we made certain choices to follow God’s leading in the first place. And we rarely fully realize the full scope of those we influence for good or bad along the way.
And how often do I let others know the myriads of ways in which I’m grateful for them?
Makes me want to be a bit more careful as to how I conduct my life, and to more often tell someone else “You mean so much to me”!
Because I’ve spent some time working through my own discouragement as a weary blogger in the last couple of weeks, I’d like to take the opportunity to share what I’ve pondered. I hope in some way this series reminds you of your “why”.
I also hope you will join me with your thoughts and comments as I always love a good conversation!
With love and prayers,
p.s. If you find yourself discouraged, please jot me a note below – I’d love to be able to pray with you, and maybe we can encourage one another!
Also, if you want to read from other Christian bloggers, I’ve linked this post with #livefreethursday with the topic: Summer Of Permission