Like everyone else in the early-2000s, I had a blog. I wrote about funny things my kids did (and tacked on Bible verses to make lessons). I posted book reviews (only on books I liked, so I wouldn't hurt anyone's feelings), and I told "random funnies" (more funny kid stories that I couldn't manage to spiritualize with a verse).
I also wrote an entire series about Belle, our family's basset hound. Belle's posts were the most popular by far. I'd pour out my soul about faith and Jesus, but stories about dog drool always got the most traffic.
I tried not to take that personally.
But, the older our kids got, the worse I felt about using their lives for laughs and lessons. Things changed, too, when we moved from Southern California to Southwest Missouri...from a homeschooling mom to working full-time in an office...from a house with a garage to an apartment inside a college dorm. Belle the basset hound stayed in California, and two of the webzines I wrote for closed down, and my heart went private while it wrestled with God and healed up and turned 40 and figured out a few things.
Through it all, the words dried up. My little blog dwindled from several posts each month to one post every few months, till one day, I discovered that my whole website had crashed completely, and I didn't even know how or when it happened.
I did take that a little personally.
And there things have stayed for nearly two years. But recently, the stirrings to write began again. About what or for whom? I really don't know. When will I write or where, now that I don't have hours to spend writing at my kitchen table...now that I don't even have a kitchen table? This may be the shortest-lived second blog in the history of short-lived second blogs...but maybe the words didn't dry up after all. Maybe they were just...pruned. Maybe they just went underground, under the soil to cultivate and take root. Maybe, if I remain in Christ and let his words remain in me, maybe the words he brings will bear fruit for his glory. Maybe it's not about having a blog, but about simply sharing the words he gives. About obeying. About abiding in him.
I'll take that very personally.