We live in a society that idolizes perfection. Yes, I realize how humorous that statement must sound coming from me. I bet you halfway expect me to say, “And they’re right! Perfection is everything!” But, I used the phrase “idolize” so you know I can’t agree with it.

So, this society we live in, we don’t want to see the process. We avert our eyes at the half-done mascara and not-quite-toned runner.

But isn’t that what we all are? Unfinished? And how can I pour my heart into yours, share what little I’ve gleaned on this journey, without letting the ugliness of my unfinished self bleed through? I do not have any wisdom than that which I have been given by the Only Wise One, and really at the end of the day I just want you to seek Him.

And my ministry is not pretty. But I do not write for myself. I don’t share dark feelings and thoughts because it makes me feel better. I don’t have a blog as some sort of personal therapy. That was the theme of my 20s, but now I’m halfway through my 30s and somewhere in there it finally sunk into this thick skull that sharing my darkest thoughts with strangers is at best unwise and at worst, destructive.

I made this blog private because I was disheartened by the way people are. But nobody is going to change if I let the prevailing climate of a warped society silence me.

So, I’ll keep this blog and I’ll try to write more. Because despite myself, I really do think I have something to say. No it’s not worthy of being published and it’s not always in-your-face encouraging, but I can’t hide my light (such as it is, even my “light” isn’t always so great) under a bushel.