Way back before blogging was a thing and before a stay-at-home-mom made a living by writing every thought she had for all the world to see, I had a blog. It started as an online scrapbook for my parents to keep up with my then one year old. (That same one year old will soon be 11.) So yeah, this blog has been around for a long while in some form or another.

Back when I started blogging, I wrote fairly regularly because, as I said, it was an online scrapbook to my parents. But then I added a few kids to the mix, homeschooling, a few life-altering experiences, and the whole massive thing that is the MOMMY BLOGGER and I lost all desire to write here. Even if I had the time, what could I possibly offer my dear readers that they couldn’t find somewhere else? That question plagued me until I just decided that most of what was being blogged about was redundant. Everyone was already saying everything.

I still kinda feel that way. I’m not looking to be earth-shattering in my posts. You will likely never see a tutorial on a wreath or a cute little pdf file full of printable quotes. You may only see two posts a year as was the case last year. But honestly… I’m totally fine with that. Instagram has become my online scrapbook for my family. I don’t need a blog or any other social media. I’m not looking to be a social media maven mommy. There’s way too many of them already. It’s so not my gig.

But you know what is my gig? My family. My husband. My kids. Teaching my kids at home. Bible study. I LOVE a deep, inductive Bible study that has me flipping all through my Bible. Encouraging others to dig into the Word of God. That stuff is my gig. Does blogging fit into all that? Who knows. The only reason I’m even posting now is because I ran across my last post (written in May of 2014) and it made me laugh. It made me laugh because it’s so me! I still feel that way a lot of the time because my life is still busy and chaotic…but!!!… (And here comes the UPDATE!!) I do feel as though I’ve hit a rhythm of life that does allow me some time to think some thoughts.

The key for me was in getting up early and spending time in the Word. Alone. In the stillness of the early morning. With fresh creamy coffee. With the sunrise.

That has been my saving grace. It amazes me that those 30-45-60 minutes of peace in the mornings before my world stirs are the most precious moments of my day. They are what has kept me sane. They are what holds me together.

I can THINK the thoughts that need to be thought. I can HEAR the thoughts I need to hear. I can not think any thoughts. I can PRAY. I can LISTEN. I can learn and I can SOAK up the LIFE of Christ given to me by God my father and the Holy Spirit. I can breathe.

In the midst of life–busy, chaotic, poopy life–I am at peace.

Sooooo….does this mean I’m going to write on this here blog again. Who knows! This may be my one and only post for 2015! Ha! I just know that I love to write. I love words. I love to encourage others in finding their natural God-given gifts and I love to write. Did I already say that?

My hubby likes to remind me that I do have a voice. In all the banging and clanging of the blogosphere I don’t know where I fit or if I fit at all. Only God knows and I guess only time will tell.

Happy New Year!