I am blown away by the number of people who blog. Seriously, so many blogs!
Really good-looking blogs all sleek and shiny. Their layouts and their posts, polished and relevant. Normally, this would be the time for me to slip back and say, “Oh, no way I can’t compete, this wasn’t for me”.
I do not like competition. Nor do I care for accolades. I like being me and resting in that.
Competition and comparison take me back to my fat little girl days.
Lined up next up to an array of blogs was beginning to feel like comparing outfits in middle school and hearing “yours looks homemade!”
So, I was thinking today, “Does my blog matter, am I embarrassing myself?”
Maybe I need to focus on a topic of value.
I could blog about a variety of more relevant subjects. Write about things besides my faith and my stories and observations of life and lesson.
I could tell all about the non-profit world of mental health, how to write a grant, how to run a homeless program, and how to listen to a parent who lost a child to suicide. I could recall working in the field of child abuse and I could tell you some stories about families I met and I could tell you even more about my opinions of our flawed child welfare system.
I wondered, would that make a better blogger? Would my stats graph climb higher? Or, maybe if I were more savvy and understood all the widgets and configurations…maybe then I would join the ranks of really good bloggers.
But, that’s not my “quiet confidence, story-teller way of doing things, not my heart.
My blog matters to me even if I only have a few readers. It is a joyous experience for me. An experience that’s a step towards my memoir, something I feel is a God-planted, a prayerful goal. My blog is a commentary for good…for God. It’s my sharing of the good that’s come my way through God and of what good will come.
Like a blank canvas in a sunny room. It is tranquil.
Like brush strokes blending peaceful colors, it flows. It is not toil.
It is good…God-given good.
It is enough…more than enough.