grace filled beginnings

If first impressions dictate future interactions, the pressure for a first blog posting may prove a stranglehold on creativity, (self imposed pressure, naturally). Part of me resists blogging altogether...but mostly the rebellious, don't-really-want-to-conform, part of me. I feel privileged to read several intriguing blogs, some of good friends, and some of perfect strangers. But that's what I've observed, reading someone's blog exposes one to the intimate thoughts and details of the bloggers life. The person who seems unknown, a stranger bizarrely becomes "unstrange" in a surreal virtual way. And so contemplating such realities begins to weird me out. The other element to consider, as serious consideration, is the writing. So many post such great thoughts, from poetry to philosophy, and everything in between. It tends to intimidate, honestly. (Although, one might point out that blogging is not a competitive activity. Hmm. yes. right.)

At the end of the day, the decision exists. Yet i'm here. A decision made. A direction plotted. But the need for grace also exists. See, I want to be a faithful blogger. And I want to offer significance, and not careless blether. My life experience likely points to something in between. For at moments life's significance appears identifiable, much less understandable. At other moments, it's simply about getting through a day or a week and hoping to see God's hand at work and offer Him the necessary honor. It may seem ordinary and insignificant. Those are the moments of life. And grace. I hope I do them justice!