The Things That Matter

I wrote my first blog post on June 9, 2009, because I wanted to keep track of a certain little boy’s life, document his milestones, and share pictures and stories with family who lived far away.

I didn’t really understand what “blog” meant when I started since I only read one other friend’s blog and her mission was similar to mine, so I made it what I wanted it to be.  Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

As it turned out, the rest of the world caught the blogging bug shortly after I did, and the next thing I knew, all of these issues came up that I’d never even considered.

Is it safe for a parent to post hundreds of pictures of their kids on the Internet with no form of identity protection? Creepers are gonna creep, ya know.

You have to make your blog prettier in order to stand out.

Those snapshots you used to simply upload without a second thought are now a disgrace to the art of photography. You must edit before sharing your pictures if you have any self-respect.

Long posts are the worst.

Make all of your posts into lists! No wait! It’s so lame to jump on the “10 Reasons Why…” post bandwagon.

Link-ups are where it’s at in bloggy land. Sigh. Link-ups?!? Who actually has the time to sit and read through 100 different women’s posts every week?

Join my 30-day challenge. No! Join mine! I’ve made mine more unique than all the other copy-cats out there who keep trying to make 30-day challenges work.

Follow me on Facebook and while you’re scanning your newsfeed, check out the links to all of the blog posts about why Facebook is evil, Pinterest is bringing sin to a whole new level, and we should all throw away our cell phones because it’s the only way to be a good parent.

Write about what matters. No one cares that you went to the park. Again.

Somewhere in the middle of all of that, I tried having two blogs. One that could actually be considered a blog by all of the standards I was reading about while I kept my own precious corner of the Internet that contained my original blog about my family and for my family.

This venture soon proved to be far too ambitious, and I stopped posting on my private blog. I don’t regret this decision. I needed to grow and stretch myself in a new way by starting the new blog and growing comfortable with the thought of myself as a writer.  I still have the private blog to look back on and smile through.

However, my disenchantment with the “musts” of successful blogging has only grown with time. I’ve pulled away quite a bit from the din and nearly pulled the plug on my blog for many reasons over the last couple of years, but every time I’ve told God all of the reasons why I should stop, He hasn’t released me from it. It’s likely some parts rebellion, confusion, wisdom, and too much going on in real life to give too much thought to it, but I’ve “kept” the blog without contributing much to the blog.

In this year of walking in freedom, I have given thought to how that should look in all aspects of my life, including my writing and blogging. Here are a few of the rules I’ve made for myself.

  • First off, I must make time to write instead of excuse away doing something that I love and that I know helps me sort out my thoughts.
  • It also means that I give myself the freedom to make my blog what I want it to be. I miss writing posts about funny things my kids do because they may not seem worthy of someone else’s time.
  • I’m going to continue to post pictures I take from my phone on my blog and never apologize for it.
  • I’m going to write about all manner of things.
  • I’m going to share my story and let other people share theirs.

I have been pondering a wise statement made by Martin Luther King Jr. in light of how it can apply to my own life, and I believe that it even works in this particular area:

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”

There are many things that matter to me. Some days, those things might seem insignificant to others, but that doesn’t mean they don’t matter.  I’m beginning to see that it’s a tragedy for me to not say anything at all. I need this place of honesty and vulnerability to say the things that I need or want to say. I need the connection to the precious friends who take time to read my words. I need to be anything but silent when it’s more and more my tendency to not say anything at all because of fear, laziness, or misunderstanding.

Truly free people can’t be silent forever.

One thought on “The Things That Matter

  1. Maureen Polderman

    Friend, you captured my heart with this post! I completely understand the journey and the conflicting feelings…it’s why I stopped blogging for so long and why I’ve come back to it for just one more try. I want to be authentic. I want my kids to be safe. And mostly I want to speak truth out onto the void for the purpose of simply obeying what I feel led to do. Thanks for your honesty…I always enjoy reading what’s on your heart!


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