i’m already looking forward to a normal posting schedule.
i didn’t want to do 31 days; tradition compelled me, but those of you who are doing it or have done it before know it’s a ton of work.
and i just wanted to pass that by this year, write from my heart, without the mandate of having a post up the next day.
so i’m already looking forward to normalcy, and we’re only at the halfway point.
but today i wonder if that’s actually the point, if maybe the reason there’s a 31 days, annie style, edition 3 is because the Lord is teaching me anew it isn’t my effort that moves the world, or even just one soul to a greater knowledge of Him.
i remember seeing people tweet that they could never post for 31 days straight and thinking to myself, how did i do it? how did i take classes and work and still post in 2011? how was i working odd hours at a full-time schedule and then go out of town for a week and still post in 2012? and good grief, even now, how did i start 31 days while i was out of town, make my button for the link-up on my phone, and link up monday night by the good grace of margaret’s roommate and how do i work two jobs, more than forty hours a week, while maintaining a social life and exploring ministry options and still manage to post in 2013?
LORD ONLY KNOWS.
this month, i think, is a small offering of my words, paled in comparison to my passion, in the hopes it will stir something in your soul. in the pleading prayer it will move your spirit. in the desperation that these small weapons of grace are all i have to give, and it is all i can do to share them.
i don’t have a choice. did you know that? i don’t have a choice. nobody asked me if i felt like sharing words on the internet. and often i don’t. but the pumping of my blood through my arteries doesn’t let me sit still until neurons fire to arrange words into phrases into sentences into posts.
this is my passion: the Word manifested in syntax. and you are my heartbeat: our spirits journeying ever closer to His in the miracle that is linguistic system, in the marvel that is language.
this is all i have. and He is all i need.
what’s the passion running rampant in your veins?