That ooey, gooey stuck on you feeling

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Stuck.

Caught in a place you never intended. In limbo. Not moving anytime soon.

This describes my writing, at the moment.

My blog is close to flat-lining. Again. I have a sinister delight in seeing the last blip in the screen as my page insights dwindle down to 0. It won’t be long before I hear the Code Blue ring out in my brain. Do I let it die or do I resuscitate?

Unlike a human whose life is intrinsically precious because God deems it to be, my blog must prove its reason to exist.

Why is it here?

What will it offer?

When will that happen?

Writing for me is part of my job. It is an itch I occasionally scratch. It provides organization to random thoughts. Writing forces me to reason coherently on paper, and often that’s a very tedious process for me.

I guess I’m keeping my blog on life support. This could go on indefinitely or I could pull the plug and witness its last breaths while I heave a sigh of relief. Because if I’m honest, maintaining a blog and website and figuring out social media presence is a burden I’m not convinced I need to commit to for the long haul.

There are SO MANY good blogs out there. Excellent writers who have thrown themselves fully into the care and feeding of their blogs/websites who seem to rise with the sun as the bakers do and produce yummy goodness from their lightning fingers and offer up fresh baked wisdom on a weekly basis. I applaud you all!

So why do I continue?

I suppose a better question is for whom do I continue? Like each blip you hear on a heart monitor offers a sign of life, a sound of hope, to everyone in that hospital room, each post is a sign of life to me, the person who reads it, and to God.

I can’t tell you how often I have been ready to quit this thing when someone feels the need to offer a shot of encouragement in the process of writing/blogging. ARGG!

And……thank you.

And then there’s this from Psalm 43:5  “Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.” (NASB)

I can’t seem to shake this call to write, kind of like stepping in a gooey piece of bubble gum on a hot summer’s day. I’m stuck with it ‘cause it’s stuck on me.

So for now I’ll continue to keep the thing alive. Begrudgingly, maybe.

But here’s the deal: if you’re willing will you shoot up a simple prayer for me? A prayer for direction and focus? I’d be so grateful.

I’m happy to do the same for you.

We’re in this together it seems. 

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