So I actually set the timer yesterday and wrote for five minutes from the prompt given at the 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes link up….but never published. It wasn’t fear keeping me from pulling the trigger, I confessed to Leslie, who is doing her own 31 day series on geocaching (Did you even know there’s such a thing?). I think it’s more the question of thirty one days of free writes? Sounds easy enough but would it get tedious for you the reader and me the author?
Maybe I need a better topic, one I am more confident of my ability to write about. This was the subject of mine and Leslie’s email conversation a few weeks ago. We both want to write and write more consistently; here is a great opportunity; now what do we write about? Leslie finally settled on geocaching, a fantastic and fascinating topic. Me, I’m (obviously) floundering.
Thirty one days of favorite lipsticks? Thirty one days of favorite novels? Thirty one days of boring? It’s a small and ordinary life I lead, as I’ve confessed many a time, sometimes in joy, sometimes in humility, sometimes in the realization that ordinary can also mean boring.
Silliness and topic suggestions aside, I think, really, deep down, it’s the idea of announcing and thus committing myself that gives me pause. I know myself. Even more so, I know myself as a blogger. Have I ever blogged for 31 days in a row?
I suppose it’s the legalist in me that tends to despise inconsistency both in myself and others. I hate it when I can’t live up to the standard, whatever that standard may be. This is why I rarely read parenting books; they subject my inconsistencies and insufficiencies to the glare of a parenting standard I could never live up to and then I hate myself.
In all my despising, of course, I am forgetting grace. There is grace for the inadequate mom, yes and amen, and there is grace too for the inconsistent 31-day blogger. Legalists, even recovering ones, overlook grace in their exaltation of the ideal. I’ve told you before about me reading a book about grace years ago and when I got to the end of the book, I closed the final page and said to myself “That can’t be right.”
Grace isn’t right. Grace is, above all things, unfair. It is the ultimate inconsistency! In grace I do not get what I do deserve and get instead what I do not. Grace in salvation is more than forgiveness of sin, though, praise God, it is that. It is also the favor of God bestowed upon the sinner. The Lord doesn’t only graciously forgive; He also graciously grants love, affection, good will, and, can you even believe it, His righteousness. This is grace: God’s free, unmerited, unearned, undeserved favor. Grace that saves. Grace that sustains. Grace that grants life eternal. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.
How is this grace found? Repent of sin. Believe Jesus.
What does this have to do with blogging? Not much, really, except for this: in blogging as in all things I am a pauper to the grace of the Lord Jesus. I blog–just as I parent, teach, love and serve my husband, clean house–out of grace and because of grace and to testify of grace. This is my testimony: because of the great love with which He loved me, the Lord saved me and this not of myself, it is a gift of grace. Yes and amen.
For 31 days? Maybe.