So why am I sitting here writing a blog post several days before Christmas? Haven’t I enough shopping to do, presents to wrap, craft to complete, baking to finish, prayers to say, and books to read? I shouldn’t have time for writing. And why even bother writing when there’s probably no one reading? I am sure most people are very busy completing their preparations for Christmas. They won't have time to stop by and share a story.
Despite it being a very hectic time of year, when many blog readers might have disappeared, I still write. Maybe it's because life is so busy, I write. I write to give myself a quiet break in my day. I write to think. I write to make sense of my very complicated life.
I’ve been thinking about how all of our lives are made up of stories, thousands of them. But they are not well ordered stories like chapters in a book. Some stories are told in bits and pieces over a period of time. Some seem complete in themselves, while some over-lap with other stories. Some stories are happy and others are sorrowful. Some stories we understand but there are others we wonder about. Why are they even in the books of our lives? They don’t seem to make any sense at all. When I write, I reflect on all the things that have ever happened to me. I reflect on the stories of my life.
I sit at my computer and type in a few words. I have an idea about what I am going to write about, but usually I don’t know how the story will end. And even when I think I know the ending, I am often surprised to find myself finishing in a totally different place than the one I expected. As I think and write and reflect, I learn so much about myself and my family, and about God and His plan for my life. I love that moment when I get to the final paragraph and I think, “That is what this story is all about!” I am sure God is speaking to me as I write.
Of course some stories don’t go anywhere. I end up saving them in draft form and sighing loudly. Why didn’t that story want to be written? And then days or weeks or months later, I will find myself thinking about that draft, and suddenly I know how to finish it. I have discovered how it fits into the book of my life.
Even though there are times when we all sigh and complain we have nothing to write about, this is not true at all. All our lives are rich and complicated and meaningful. We all have stories to tell, stories to explore, stories that we need to understand better, stories that want to be shared… We just need to sit quietly and think and pray and reflect… and the words will eventually come.
I have written my blog post. A little more of the puzzle of my life has been put together. I feel thankful and full of joy and love. I know God is working in my life. I see Him and myself just a little clearer.
Yes, blogging the stories of our lives, I am sure, leads us ultimately to the real Author of these stories… God.
So even when life gets busy, make time for blogging. Sit quietly and write the stories of your life. They are about you, but they are also about God. They are very important.
Blogging isn’t a waste of time at all. I wonder if you agree.
|Nativity - Fra Angelico|
PS If there is anyone still reading my blog during these last few days of Advent, I’d like to wish you a very Happy and Holy Christmas. May God bless you and your families. And thank you so much for reading my stories during 2012.