It's been 9 months and 50 posts since I began blogging and boldly proclaimed "My Purpose" for the world to see.
Looking back, I wasn't sure if the blogging bug would catch on, but I just kept posting. Receiving encouraging comments has been a huge motivator for me to keep writing and I'm grateful to everyone who has read my blog and commented.
I'm one of those people who starts many hobbies and projects, only to find them lying in boxes or baskets in various stages of completion. I've always wanted to be good at something, so I tried decorative painting, beading, knitting and crocheting, and scrapbooking. My interest would stay for a few weeks, I'd buy all the supplies, but then lose interest.
When it comes to writing, I compose entire essays in my head while driving, cleaning the kitchen, watering the garden, or changing a diaper. But by the time I sit to write, often after the kids are in bed, my "Four Kids, Sleep-Deprived and Over 40 Memory Deficit Syndrome" kicks in and I forget what I've composed. Blogging allows me to quickly type and edit my thoughts. Hitting the "Publish Post" button gives me the sense of accomplishment that I don't get from other hobbies.
I was at a dinner party last weekend and saw my friend who'd asked me 9 months earlier if I knew my purpose in life. I'd just been reflecting on that earlier in the day. I told her that I found it ironic that God had prepared me for 40 years (a significant number!) before giving John Michael to me and revealing my purpose in life. Not everyone has to wait 40 years to know their purpose in life, but God in His wisdom, knew I needed time to get to where I am today to be the best mother to John Michael and my other children that I can.
Thanks for reading and sharing in our journey.