Some of you might remember the age of xanga, livespace, even myspace blogs. I've had them all. I enjoy writing. But The Sunday Journal, without intention, became the place that I voiced my need to understand Jesus Christ. To the reader, the posts appear to be devotionals of sorts - but for me, I look at the timestamp and remember the situations that prodded me to address the things I wrote about. I remember the struggles, the pains, the sources of anger and disappointment. And through those difficulties, I found that writing about Truth has been the best way to combat pain. Declaring what I know about the nature of God reminds me of His goodness, reminds me that I can be confident that I will see His goodness, even in the middle of turmoil. So even though people have messaged me or remarked about any encouragement they received from what I share, I have to reiterate that I'm still there too. I'm still in the struggle, I'm still in the search. But I write because I know I'm not alone, and I want others to know they're not alone either.
Now for the things that make me a person:
I toss between careers because I'm a hustling freelance artist. From library science to special education, to being a barista, and now working in accounting- art has always remained a constant. I have two work philosophies: always be kind, and no freaking out. I think aloud, I love organization, I like silliness and children's books. I forget what spare time is like, because I enjoy what I do. But I imagine if I had time, it would be full of making things from more art to healthy treats, from new friendships to remarkable history. I can't pronounce things correctly, can't dance to save my life, but I've learned to laugh at my awkwardness and celebrate the things I can do- like make origami temporary-flying carpets.
I'm glad you're here, I hope you stick around.
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