I’ve been at this blogging gig for a year now. Unfortunately, much of what I “confessed” on my freshman page about my ignorance in the technical field of running a blog still rings true. As a busy mom of three, I’ve poured all my blogging energies into writing. I still haven’t learned how to customize my header, work with code, or even explore all the options my web host provides. I’m afraid to click on all the cool icons my administration control panel offers. What if I blow up my whole website? Basically, in the web design field, I’m barely getting by as a sophomore. I’m riding off the coattails of other’s templates, as clueless about the technology behind it as I am about how my cell phone works when I text, talk, and take pictures. If they had a Jitterbug version of websites, that would probably be the one recommended for me.
But, I think I have been growing as a blogger despite these serious flaws. I have become a more outgoing cyber-friend. Here are some of the blessings that have come this year from blogging that I shared previously in an article, Public Journaling:
Open Eyes— There is such a great world of people out there beyond your regular circles of family, friends, co-workers and acquaintances. The mystery of the blogosphere has helped me to see beyond my small world in a whole new way.
A More Reflective Heart– Since I am now disciplined in the art of writing articles, I have been able to slow down and process my thoughts better. I am always trying to take what I learn and the experiences I have and strain them through what I call the gospel colander. It has been such a blessing to my own soul.
Humility—Putting yourself out there is just plain scary. I am learning so much about finding my significance in Christ—not readers, publishers, comments, or great articles. My hope is that others will know more of him through my writing. Which leads to…
Boldness to Share—Every time I hit the “Publish” button, I cringe. Blog stands for “web log.” It is public journaling so to speak. While I certainly don’t share as personally as I would in a private journal, it is still a very vulnerable act for me. Along with this, my formal education (aside from some great elective courses) is not in writing. My degree is in elementary education and art. And when I graduated, I didn’t want to teach little kids. I wanted to open a coffee shop. So I did. As I had more kids, I have been a stay-at-home housewife. To call myself a writer is a bit of an overstatement.
Growth—God has been molding me through this process in ways that I never could have imagined. I am so thankful for his work of sanctification in my life. While I know I have a long way to go, I am even more confident in his faithfulness to transform me for my future state of glory.
Celebration of God’s Word—It is such a joy to write about God’s Word and share it with others. It is also a joy to share how other people are teaching his word through their writings.
My Readers–While I certainly don’t have a huge following, I am thankful to have readers. And like Nick Cage said on Family Man, “I have good ones.” It is a bit discouraging at times to see how small of a percentage of readers comment on the material. But the contributors I do have are such a blessing to me. They enhance my writing with their great comments. I am thankful to have an awareness of how my writing is being received and reflected upon by what they share. I have new people to pray for, and to look forward to meeting at least on that great day when we all shall worship our Lord together. And they have no idea how they are encouraging me in my walk.
Dependence on God—Seriously, I didn’t even care to have a Facebook account before I started this blog. I am not technologically savvy, and I do not have the time that I should be putting into learning about how to get more blog exposure and how to make my site look awesome. But my goal isn’t to be the best blogger out there. I’ve been focusing the time I do have on the content of the writing. Arranging this genre of writing into my housewife schedule has been an adjustment. Through all of this, I am driven to pray more fervently and trust in God to point me in the right direction.
As a sophomore, I am finding my niche as a housewife theologian. In some ways, I think I will always be a sophomore, that is in the etymology of the word. One of the theories is that it’s the combination of two Greek words: sophos, meaning wise, and moros, meaning foolish and dull. Sophomores should recognize they are merely second-year. While they continue to grow in wisdom, they should respect the more experienced who have tread before them. As a Christian, I should always recognize my own inadequacies, looking to One who gives all wisdom.