Tuesday, August 25, 2009

For once, I'm holding my tongue. You should be impressed

I have about a gazillion things on my mind that I would love to post about.

I could talk about the obvious things, like church and potential property procurement (say that five times real fast), I could talk about people that I am deeply concerned about, I could talk about the student ministry and where that is going, but I won't.

I have my own opinions about the property but I feel that voicing them would stir the pot, so to speak. Some would say that I should speak my mind, let my voice be heard. I could do that but I am almost certain that some of the people I love the most would be hurt, others would be angry, and others still would just not understand. So, yeah, I could rant and rave at the top of my lungs. But I won't.

That ain't how I roll.

There are some people that I am concerned about, and I mean tormented in the depths of my soul. I would NEVER call them out but I could use this blog to work out my thoughts or vent or preach messages with hidden meanings or just type a bunch of wise-sounding words that make it sound like I have God's wisdom all to myself. I could, but I won't.

It's not my way.

What I will do is continue to do what I have been doing. I try to post things that are Spirit-led, thought-provoking and in line with what God has called me to do. Some of those things cross people sometimes but there's not alot I can do about that. I've been called out by some folks for being a "downer" or a too negative at times. I should write more things that are uplifting and less convicting, they say. I've been told of conversations regarding this that I wasn't part of. That's all okay, though.

If I'm a Jeremiah in the midst of a group of Peters and Pauls, so be it. I can only speak my heart. Anything else would be fake. The things God talks to me about are relevant to my life and I can only pass them along. I assure you that even though the icky-sticky stuff makes you feel bad at first, there is no greater joy than knowing that God desires me to be more and more like Him. He loves me enough to continually work to draw me closer to Him.

In other news, I must say that I'm glad Spenarah moved back home. I got to hang out with them tonight and didn't have to drive sixty miles. Actually, I didn't even have to leave the couch!