I never really intended to blog so much. I have received a variety of comments from people saying that they know me better now than when they saw me more often. I think my first month I declared my intention to blog every day so as to have a place to journal, and process and debrief. But, that habit just kind of stuck and I have noticed that I have written almost every day for the past five months. What gives?
Well, there are many reasons, I think. The first thing is that there is a lot to write about. And when I am thinking about bloggin’, I just am more consciously looking for stuff during the day. I see a crazy thing or hear something or witness something, and I am like, I need to tell someone about that. Some days something happens and I am like I just wish I could convey what I just saw. If they only knew what it was like here… I guess that pushes me on.
I think I process by writing. Some people think and then speak. Others think by speaking. I am the latter. Writing doesn’t drain me like it does other people. I love the journey that the discipline of writing takes me through.
I love to read other people’s blogs. I have a bunch on my google reader which is nice because whenever they are updated, I can read them without having to go and open the page and realize they haven’t written anything for 2 week. I know that those who like blogs would rather read shorter blogs rather than a long, long one, every month or so.
Another reason is simple. We have no TV. We never go out at night. We have more time than before. So, when the kids go to bed, I can reflect back on my day through a blog.
I feel fortunate having the freedom as a missionary to write about the experiences here without having to code my language or censor my speech.
I feel indebted to those who have supported us to be here. I want you to know what you are investing in and in some ways, to get a small return on your investment.
I think the biggest reason I am writing so much which ties most of them together is because I know what it is like to live in a place where the world is mostly out of sight, out of mind… I have honestly lived that for many years and I have been repenting of that now. They, the third world countries and impoverished areas need us just as much as we need them. There is so much to learn about life, perseverance, contentment, faith, sacrifice and simplicity that are so needed in the American church. I long to bridge the gap, so that Africa does not seem so far away, and that those suffering have real names, and hurts and so you can see the results of your prayers and the results of your dollars.
I pray that churches in America would form sister relationships so that they can learn from one another. I pray that the plight of the Africans would change how people spend money and view their trials and rethink their priorities. I pray that our hearts would be linked in good and bad with each other’s good and bad.
I am continually amazed at how little it takes to affect real change. I feel the burden and privilege and responsibility to share their message.
So if the blogging seems a bit excessive, get over it;-) And if not, well, good…
Thanks for your encouragement and support.