It is starting to become embarrassingly obvious that I cannot keep up this blog on a regular basis. On the surface, it's a mix of things. Sometimes I simply don't have the energy to synthesize the ideas in my mind into a blog format. Other times, I just don't have anything worth saying.
But I am realizing that it might go deeper than the surface. A blog could be such a vulnerable platform. (If you could even call it a platform...) Because I would count myself among the millions of college students who scream, "I have a voice!" But this voice is broken and weak. I feel like the kid in the 4th grade wanting to raise his hand to read but sweating bullets in fear of humiliation.
I have come to the conclusion that my broken and weak voice is indeed my own, and a gift. I have the opportunity to speak about Someone who isn't broken and weak but strong and loving. And it is that reality, which gives me confidence to write. I believe that God has chosen to make himself known through weakness and brokenness. A manger, not a palace. A homeless carpenter, not a earthly-king. Death on a cross, not ascent to power.
My mother always says to me... "God's power is made perfect through your weakness." So now I will stop striving to show God that I can do it on my own, but rest in the fact that He uses my poorly-edited, atrocious grammar, and often wrong blog post to bring people to Jesus.
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