words at war.

Blogging.

I’m forever feeling like what I have to say isn’t important, or it’s irrelevant, or just doesn’t have enough purpose to actually put it into a blog post.

Last night, however, as I lay awake for hours and hours, all I could think about was wanting to blog more. I had zero particular topics in mind, but more of this need to create and weave Jesus throughout every letter. Which now, even typing that out, makes me nervous.

Because how can this sinner, this mom who fails over and over and over again from the time I wake up, just to lunch time, portray the love of Jesus by talking about our home, about essential oils, or about my incessant desire to accomplish things, possibly reveal my heart to you? I don’t know how this heart that is being molded more and more into the heart that God intended for me, with grace upon grace keeping me afloat, could possibly encourage you.

I don’t have that answer. I don’t know, really, what the future holds for us as a family, or for this blog, or for our home.

Over the last few years, God has shifted us more in alignment with His vision for our family, albeit, pretty reluctantly from me.

I wasn’t supposed to be a homeschool mom! My business was supposed to be larger by now! And yet, with every doubt, every perceived failure, He gently corrects me and reminds me that He will complete the good works that He began in me.

God’s not done with me yet, and maybe he’s just getting started with you, too.