It has been one year today since my fingers first found the blog. I remember being enamored by friends who were faithful post writers, wondering if I would be able to fill more than a days worth of ideas.I have to say, that getting my heart down on paper (or the screen I should say), has brought me great joy. This past year has given me ample opportunities to express those deep and hidden parts of my soul, that up until now only God could see. Writing consistently has given me the chance to sharpen my craft, and I've experienced oodles of healing just by punching on some keys.
My posts have been a mix of everything from celebrating kinds of days, to my down days when I would park on my bottom lip. I've written about thoughts, experiences, feelings . . . you name it. As I have come to know a deep love for writing, I have also discovered a lot about myself. Who am I? What does my voice sound like? This blessed blog has given me a good indication.
If nothing else, this first year of blogging has cemented a truth in for me that I have known for some time now. I was born to write. And I can't wait to see what God's next assignment will be.
I thank you faithful reader - kind and forgiving friend, for letting me be true to myself. It was for your eyes that every page has been written.
And this is just the beginning . . . the preface of what's to come.
