It’s been a year since I took what God placed in my heart . . . stepping out with this blog . . . and cast it on the waters.
A year ago looked different then it does now. Different, yet the same.
Wondering how this will all play out
Caught up in the struggle
Trying to grasp
Fighting my way through
Trying to trust
Written a year ago, I could have written it last night. This morning. There is always something. A different kind of fighting through. A new way to trust.
A year later, I sit cross-legged on my bed trying to write something, anything, to commemorate the milestone of blogging for a year before having to rush through the rest of my day. It’s not the way I imagined it looking.
It never is.
But a year later, I am a year closer, and have more words written out then I did a year ago. A little bit of something . . .
What is writing/blogging to me, God? I am finding increased joy in it, yet I don’t want it to consume me. You’ve led me this far. I trust that you will continue to lead me. Help me to take day by day. Thank you for your help in Composting my Heart.
To those of you who have read, followed, encouraged, affirmed, loved, granted space for me to write and process, thank you. I am humbled that anyone would even care to click on and read what I would have to say, let alone encourage me to continue on.
I am eager to see where year two of composting takes our hearts.