The abandoned blog...

Consistency is so very important.  Yes, I know this.  I spent a good majority of the day thinking about writing.  I could feel a stirring in my spirit, yet, at the same time, I felt fatigued.  What is going on?  Where is my spark?  How can I be so enthusiastic about something and fail to engage with it, that's paradoxical.  It is about will, I surmise.  It is about, how serious and dedicated one is about getting messages of encouragement out to others, even when you, don't feel motivated to do so?  There is always someone needing encouragement.  Even encouragers.

I walked back and forth from my computer, looking and wondering.  I thought, what would I say if I wrote a post today?  I grabbed my computer, logged into my blog, looked at the screen pensively, sighed and began to type.  The words that you are reading, in this very moment, are the ones that surfaced from within me.

How would we feel if we were abandoned?  We have purpose and as such, the utility of that purpose is in deed necessary and meant to be discovered.  Who wants to sit and exist unfulfilled? We all have a purpose, "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope," (Jeremiah 29:11).

I imagine if my blog could talk, it would give me a stern stare and ask, why aren't you using me?  You created me for a purpose and now, you have forsaken me.  You have the ideas, you have an audience, why continue to make them wait?  Do you value what you have to say?  Do you understand that, even if it is one person, you can encourage them to jumpstart their journey towards executing their purpose.  Type Tanika.  You know that there is a fire within you, one that allows you to motivate others, to build them, to strengthen them, using the words that God gives you.  "The liberal soul shall be made fat:  and he that watereth shall be watered also himself," (Proverbs 11:25).

What has God given you to do, that you haven't been consistent with?  When I do not write, I feel like I am suffocating a part of me.  I am a writer.  Writing is like oxygen to me, I must do it.  It is not enough for me to allow the words to remain inside of my head.  They will remain dormant until I give them permission to swirl.  Once they swirl, this type of wind takes over and I believe it creates a type of oxygen.  My thoughts are enlivened, clear & ready for my brain to give precise instructions to my fingers.  My fingers grace my keyboard like a well trained pianist and then at the right time, the words began to flow melodically.  Each word causes my fingers to dance across my keyboard giving birth to encouraging thoughts designed to lift and fill the soul of the reader.  

"Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body," (Proverbs 16:24.

This blog is no longer abandoned but reclaimed by its writer, who is presently occupied by a deluge of thought and a surefire awareness of her purpose.

Sweet blessings,
PTM!