Today my writing for Lent begins. It feels momentous, but I don't think it really is. In my household, I have a bit of a reputation as a reluctant beginner. I'm not generally quick to start new things. I think perhaps that's because I have made too big a deal of beginning. Beginning doesn't mean I can never end. Beginning doesn't mean I have to enjoy every moment, always be grateful I did this, always have my ducks in a row. Beginning is only the first part - page one - of a story that isn't yet clear to me.
The emotion that surprised me when I finally drew my line in the sand and decided that I would start a blog today: FEAR. I didn't realize how vulnerable I would need to be to write in a forum like this. And not to write about what I had for dinner or what I did with my husband on our last date or what my children did or said today (the sorts of things I post on Facebook), but to write what is in my heart. What will people think? Will they think I'm a good writer? Will they want to keep reading? Will they understand me? At one time, I wanted to know the answers to those questions before I would start. Now I think the answers to those questions aren't nearly as important as being obedient to the prompts God puts in front of me.
Here's to beginning.