I officially started blogging in 2008. It was a totally random way to start blogging. I didn’t even know what a blog was. Somehow, by accident, I started reading these stories of women’s lives on these websites with beautiful colors and backgrounds and fonts. They shared pictures of their husbands and children. I love hearing about other people’s lives, and so I would read and became kind-of addicted. For the first time I discovered the term “mommy blogger”. I had just gotten married, and so I thought , “Well, I can have one of these pretty websites, too, and share about my new life.” I started off as some sort-of mommy blogger even though I wasn’t a mommy.
Funny how God works.
A few years later my new husband got really sick. I would sit there by his bed every day, and my fingers would beat the keyboard of my computer. My soul spilled out all over that “mommy blog” I started. And it would feel better. It was like those keys were my medicine.
Around the same time I started having flashbacks of small snippets of my childhood. I was a little girl sitting in my room writing stories and poems. I remember one about a unicorn. And there was a poem about life. I remembered thinking my stories weren’t very good, but I liked writing anyway.
Then I remembered my honors English classes in high school. Mrs. Bain, Mrs. Carver. Mrs. Dukes. Tenth grade, eleventh grade, and twelfth grade English. The people in those classes were so smart.
When I went to college I wanted to major in English. But if the people in my high school English classes were smart, then the people in the college classes were pure geniuses. I was shy. Discussing books was hard for me. I wasn’t smart enough to get a degree in English, I told myself. I got a minor, instead, so I could take all the English classes possible.
So there I sat at the corner of my dying husband’s bed writing on my computer, these memories of my past coming back to me, and God told me that He wanted me to write. He wanted me to write for Him. He wanted the stories of my life to be used for His glory. He wanted to use them to point people to Him. He wanted to use them to change people’s lives.
It was like for the first time I truly knew my purpose.
Since then I have written here, but I havent’ been consistent with my frequency or purpose or mainly my audience. Lots of things have gotten in the way. Pride. Lack of discipline. Fear. But most of all I haven’t been obedient to who this place is for.
You’ve probably heard the saying “Do what makes you cry” for that’s where your true passion, your true calling, lies.
Well, young single women make me cry.
They are my passion. Yes, I’m now old (ha!). Yes, I’m now married. Yes, I now have a baby. But my heart still aches from those years when I was a single woman.
I don’t want other women’s hearts to ache.
So if I can share just a little something from my life that makes a difference in someone else’s, if I can lead just one single woman to Jesus, then I want to do that.
So what’s the point of all of this?
Starting now, this blog that has been somewhat unfocused and scattered will be a blog for young, single women. If you are not a young, single woman, you are more than welcome to hang around because I deeply believe that young women need lots of wise voices speaking into their lives. What a better way to do that than through the comments you leave.
But you will begin to see that my posts will be written for young women. Young women, you’re a hard audience because you’re at a vulnerable age. My prayer is that my words do nothing more than point you to Jesus. The details will look different in each individual person’s life. But Jesus is always the same. He is our hope, so our eyes must stay on Him.
So welcome to the not-so-new-new blog where I finally focus in on you!
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