Maybe you were the one with 12 blog posts all lined up in drafts but you’ve never quite been able to push the publish button because these words may cost you. They may wake you up at night and follow your feet as you pitter patter this way and that, but you can’t shake their tail.
They may make you scared and brave all at the same time. You may walk that line and find at times, you can’t even tell the difference.
Because brave and scared always go together. They travel in a pack, hunting you down. And you can’t shake that call of the wild. The adventure that awaits when you finally let your words free and believe that they matter.
Maybe you’re the girl who packed up lunches and lined the freezer with dinners and stacked clothes for each day right down to the socks that never find a match. Maybe you kissed lidded eyes in batman jammies as you tiptoed out into the dark with your approved carry-on banging into your leg with the weight of this thing you’re about to do. Maybe your husband drove you to the airport and you were giddy and somber because how will you explain to your regular friends, how attending a bloggers conference changed your life when they don’t even understand why you blog?
Maybe you’re the girl with the platform and the twitter list that fills with 140 characters streams all starting with your handle. And your voice has been heard and spread and sold and embraced and misunderstood and you’re out there for the world to see but you hope they just see you. A girl with a voice and a story, a girl who still feels awkward when you’re deciding which jeans to wear and when you forgets a name or a face, you know it will mean more to the one who now thinks they’re faceless. And so you try hard to remember it all, because you’re just a girl too.
And maybe you’re the girl who wonders at it all, who is asking the questions and wrestling with the dreams that terrify and make you tremble and you’re not sure about Blogger or WordPress and you’re not sure you’ll have anything to say in either of those places. So you’re stalling.
And maybe you are the one who isn’t the the best at anything and maybe you are the one who is . And can there be grace for both? Can we just allow everyone to heed God’s call and do their thing without caring so much how it makes what you’re doing seem?
And you’ll have to learn grace, or your words will be recalled someday. You’ll give an account for the things you said in His name. So you’ll backspace a lot. And close the lid of your laptop and walk away. You’ll leave some comment boxes bare and be better for it. You’ll sip coffee and ask for prayer. You pour the coffee and you dream in the wide stretches.You find your voice sounds the most beautiful when you’re cheering other’s on. You find you’re never at a loss for words when you’re asking how someone else is.
You find grace for your gifts and claim them one by one. You look for them in others and find them every single time. You see God move.
You know the rules and if you don’t you’re missing out. Every Friday we gather and write like the wild artists we are. We believe for a at least 5 minutes that our words matter. And then, we trust each other to steward them well in this community of grace-laden writers. Come and join in. We all write without edits, backtracking, overthinking, and the pressures of getting it perfect. Some weeks are better than others but I’ll tell you a secret, the more weeks you do, the faster the words will flow. So jump in over at Lisa Jo’s and play along. See you there? The prompt is grace.