I held a seed in my hand as did each student in class. We discussed how God created it to lay dormant, to be nourished, even in darkness, to have a season, to sprout, to grow and produce. “We can’t look at the seed, wish it to grow or say, ‘Grow seed. Grow,’ and make it grow,” says the 10 year old boy who speaks wisdom.
I think about my blog. I ponder the small size of it, of seeds, how they grow, and the wonder of it all. And I measure my growth in unfollows, unlikes and unsubscribes, yet only God knows what greatness the small beginning will ultimately produce. No earthly standard of measure could tell me that.
Friends, I am really excited about this opportunity I have to share monthly at a blog called Allume. Will you join me there today, to read the rest of my post, by clicking here? I will be so glad you did.
I just recently returned from their blogging conference. I did not return from it worried about how to grow my blog or make it better. I returned with my heart more pointed to God, family and you, my readers. The prayer burning in my heart became and still is, “May my most passionate pursuit always be of God.”
I am so very thankful for the opportunity to be part of this — to write with Allume.
For being able to attend their conference.
For making it home from PA before Hurricane Sandy,
though my heart breaks for my friends who suffered because of her.
For the heart of the leaders and speakers at Allume.
For meeting so many online friends, in real life.
For finding them just as lovely, full of grace and love as I had hoped.
For their heartfelt prayers, with arms wrapped around.
For them loving me and knowing it was God loving me through them.
For going to learn about blogging and instead leaving with a heart’s desire to know God more.
For also the greater desire to draw nearer to my Husband and children.
For my Husband and children supporting me in going.
For their continued support in this blogging journey.
For knowing God has a plan in all of this.
For new direction and ideas.
For lives that I am believing to be changed.
For my life that already is changed, being changed.
For you… yes, you.
It truly pains my heart to not have been able to connect with you, to reply to your comments and emails.
While I am here at home I purpose to be present. Oh, I wouldn’t be real if I wasn’t.
I am praying for time, hoping to carve out time to reply to your encouraging words.
Soon.
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