The blank page sits before me. Words and sentences are rapidly racing in my mind so fast that I can’t catch up to them. Now they are gone.
“Am I really ready for this?” I wonder to myself. “Am I ready to deliberately sit down and write a new post on my blog?”
Breaking my Silence
I’ve been regularly writing here once a week for over three years. Then I stopped over a month ago without a word. Maybe my regular readers didn’t notice because I was sharing blog posts from my publisher and ministry sites where I contribute, JourneysToMotherLove.com and CelebrateRecoveryOnThePlateau.org.
I once read that when blogging to not explain an absence of your posts—to just re-start. I don’t know if it’s an official blogging rule or what, but I’ve seen it broken many times. So I’m digging back in with what’s been going on, and a bit of reason behind my absence. It’s part of the vulnerability and authenticity I hope to share in my writing, and to inspire others to not be shamed into silence.
Since it’s been a while, I’m a bit nervous about writing what’s been on my heart to share, so here goes with Part 1…
The Easy Answer
First of all, writing for the mission took a lot out of me. It was very hard to carve out the time while traveling to send updates. I’ve heard positive response to it, like hearing how people felt they were right there with me. I’m so glad I could update my mission supporters along the way. No regrets on that.
I had also hoped to write on my personal blog about the mission—not necessarily updates, but from my perspective on other things that didn’t seem appropriate to share on the ministry site, and to just write in general about being in France and Spain. It became too hard to separate them, and to make time for it. I did, however, write in my journal as much as possible. For the most part, that body of work is not lost. Time is always my biggest obstacle in publically sharing it.
Which brings me to another reason I’ve been absent from my blog: I started a new writing project, and I didn’t want to make any fanfare about it. During NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), I worked on the groundwork for a book that the Lord put on my heart related to the past year culminating in the mission. Up until this point, the only writing discipline I’ve had for publishing has been weekly blog posts. I was trying to change that, not blog for a while and dig into (back into) my memoir. Again, no regrets, and no fanfare either. I have confidence that in time, the Lord will use it. For now it’s between Him and me.
The Not So Easy Answer
In addition to busyness and writing fatigue over the mission, I think the main reason I haven’t blogged is lack of motivation and where I’ve been emotionally since my return. It’s not a writer’s block. It was a deliberate decision I made to not push myself into writing again before I was ready.
The truth is when I came down from the mountaintops of serving God, I came down hard. I suppose not altogether unlike what happened last year. That makes me nervous to write and to publically share my inner turmoil.
I’ve had to pick up the pieces from the intensity of which I have lived the last year. I went from working through the depression that surfaced after my first trip to Spain in the summer of 2013, into the throes of a full blown mission trip back to Europe. It wasn’t just a mission trip that I participated in. It was one that I led. (I was beyond the depression when the invitation to Spain surfaced.) However, I have spent the last year in the therapeutic process helping me to get more emotionally grounded. I knew I had to in order for God to use me. He was and has equipped me for the call.
Coming home to the daily grind of life in America, after living in Europe for three weeks and serving God in my sweet spot—sharing and teaching about life transformation through Celebrate Recovery, left me somewhat empty inside. Before I left on the mission, I repeatedly told my husband, friends, and myself, “I’m going to re-group when I return.”
Well, that’s what I’ve been doing. I’m looking at my own recovery issues (the next layer) as I co-lead a women’s step study group. I’ve significantly decreased my late night writing routine. I’m making more time for my family and household commitments. I go back and forth between isolating for my own introvert sanity and reaching out to others for support. It’s hard to find a balance. Thankfully, I’m a work in progress and He’s not done with me yet.
What’s Next?
After almost 200 blog posts in 3+ years, I’ve decided to blog when the spirit moves me. I have other writing I want to do. God’s been nudging me. There will be no more schedule keeping or late night writing to make that self-imposed (and recommended platform building) deadline. I’m not doing this for fame or fortune or because I feel the need to carry on a virtual relationship with others.
Some light bedtime reading.
Before there were blogs, journalists wrote for the sake of the story. There were no ‘like’ buttons or comments at the end of an article. That was reserved for those who took time to write a letter to the editor. I’m not saying those are bad, just that I’m not driven by it.
I know enough about recovery to know that it is cause for concern in our society and can lead to addictions, and at the very least is making us ever so attached to our smart phones. Yes, it is a compulsive behavior. I look forward to the day Celebrate Recovery participants stand up, admit that and take a ‘blue chip’ for it. (Blue chips represent an area of recovery that a person is working on.)
For me blogging is about the journey, the inspiration to others, and leaving a legacy of healing.
I’ve also been doing more reading—reading about writing and the role it plays in healing. It’s all coming together, step by step, and one day at a time. Hopefully, the memoir will make its way to a greater priority in my life. I want that to be my focus of any writing discipline I establish in 2015.
In Part 2 of this post series, I’ll share more about the biblical perspective of coming down from the mountaintops with God—’with‘ being the operative word.
Making Me Bold 