I’ve thinking about this post by Trevin Wax on whether or not blogging is essentially self promotion. It’s an interesting read and if you haven’t already I hope you’ll click over and read it, particularly if you are a blogger.
I like what he says about service and stewardship and his confession that blogging is sometimes hard work (What? Him too? Why does that offer such relief?). As he states his motivation for blogging, I am stirred by a desire to blog more regularly:
I blog because there are people who (for whatever reason) find this blog worthy of their time and attention. I want to serve those readers faithfully, and I want to properly steward the little bit of influence God has given me.
My readership is small by anyone’s standards but I don’t ever forget you are out there and when my blogging is sporadic at best I will admit a sense of responsibility to those of you who do visit and read, however many or few of you there are. Sometimes that sense of responsibility morphs into full blown guilt which seems to me to be pretty silly. I mean, of all things to feel guilty over, not blogging is a little ridiculous. But, hey, often, too often, I wear guilt as a second skin. I think our enemy effectively uses guilt in the lives of most women (this woman in particular) to keep us cowed down and hating ourselves. But, I digress.
So Trevin’s post is spot on and quite inspiring. But the truth of the matter is I don’t blog as often as I’d like or my sense of service and stewardship (rightly or wrongly) dictates. It isn’t because I somehow despise or take for granted the trust of my readers. On the contrary! Rather, when I don’t blog it’s because my real life precludes my virtual one. I’m not blogging because I’m doing laundry and cheering at basketball games. I’m running errands and I’m cramming for Bible study. I’m cooking supper and chatting on the phone with friends. I’m mopping the floor (okay, only on occasion) and walking the puppy (or, alternatively, standing at the back door yelling for her to come in).
In other words, I’m living my real life and sometimes I can’t do it all.
This may seem an obvious truth. And, well, yeah, it is. But in some strange way remembering my inability to be and do it all is freeing. Sure I want to write. Sure being a frustrated blogger is, well, frustrating. But I’m learning that the good stewardship of my time means the service to my home and family, church and friends, takes precedence and that’s okay. This is the call of God on my life: to bring glory to Him as I serve Him in the seemingly small and ordinary tasks that comprise my day to day life. Sometimes that means blogging. More of time here lately it means not. When I remember it is the Lord Jesus Christ I serve as I fold clothes or sit in car line, my frustration at not finding time to blog (or whatever other task I wish I were about) gives way to joy. Blogging or not blogging is a side issue to my earnest desire to be a woman consumed with one thing: Jesus Christ.
So, when the occasional post shows up in your reader or you click over and to your surprise there is a new post (or two, if we can be optimistic), you can know it is my honor and privilege to serve you, the reader, in grateful stewardship of this small corner of the internet that the Lord has granted me. If not, well, then it means I am seeking to joyfully live my life in all its ordinary-ness and busy-ness, giving thanks to God the Father for this, my real life. It’s my prayer that you too may be found faithful in all things, real and virtual, being a good steward of the measure of influence granted to you by the Lord. Let us exalt Him in all things, sisters; He alone is worthy!