It’s my anniversary. Not my wedding anniversary, it’s my blog anniversary. Compost is one year old today.
I’ve learned a lot about blogging in the last year. My first lesson was that the crowds would not be beating a path to my URL. It takes time to show up in the search engines. It takes time for interested readers to find my blog. I want you to know that I treasure each and every one of you who comes my way, whether you drop in once and move on, or whether you hang around and even comment occasionally. Thank you all.
I also want to thank those who have been guest bloggers on this site. My husband Pete, my son-in-law Jeremy and his brother Andrew… you’ve all contributed articles I was proud to post. (Would you write some more, please?)
Another lesson I’ve learned is to make a schedule. I don’t want to get into a rut, writing about the same thing every time. A schedule helps with writer’s block, offering suggestions on topics to expound upon. But then I had to give myself permission to deviate from my plans as God leads. Hopefully, you enjoy the mix of the spiritual and the mundane, as I cover everything from “what God’s been teaching me lately” to a recipe I particularly enjoy.
In reality, everything we do falls under God’s jurisdiction. He’s just as interested in how we spend our money as in how we spend our time, how we relate to others and how we relate to Him. It’s all part of living as followers of Jesus.
Knowing I have to write something twice a week keeps me on my toes. I’m more aware of how God is working in my life. I notice blessings more. I see needs in myself and in those around me. I’ve even benefitted on a very practical level. Putting words together comes easier than it used to, a useful skill for someone aspiring to a (third) career as a writer, photographer, and speaker.
What started as a mom blog has evolved into a pile of this and that, mixed together, left to age, hopefully producing something nourishing and life-giving. I know this blog has enriched my life—I hope yours as well.
This blog isn’t going to make me rich. (Neither is anything else I do these days!) It obviously isn’t going to bring fame, either. I started it because I had something I wanted to say, that I felt compelled to say, really. God seemed to be urging me to write, so I wrote.
Many times, I’ve been discouraged, sure that no one was reading what I wrote, that it didn’t matter, that I wasn’t making any difference to anyone. But each time I asked God if I should quit, he sent someone to encourage me. It happened again yesterday. As I was looking back over the last year, I told God that I was frustrated that more people weren’t leaving comments. Then, at a lunch meeting, someone I recently met—whom I barely know—came up to me and told me how much my blog meant to them. I had no idea they even knew I wrote a blog (two of them, actually). It felt as though God had just given me a huge hug.
I’ve said it before, and it’s appropriate now. I will continue to write until God says to stop. The rest is up to Him.