Commitment is not my favorite thing in the world.
Though I am committed to so many things, places, people, and of course, Creator.
I am thinking of what it would be like to be committed to myself and my writing, not in shame but in faithfulness.
Commitment is terrifying to me when my heart could get broken. Writing is my best friend and my closest enemy.
I recently realized that I am terrified of people taking my words out of context, or saying the wrong thing as I continuously learn about language and God. Yet I’ve not been called to fear, but to faithfulness.
I will make mistakes, and this is when humility must rise to the occasion. I will say the wrong thing and I must be ready to learn.
So as I continue to show up with my shaky voice, I offer to you my little newsletter.
What to expect:
Ramblings, quotes, poems, and glimpses of what Jesus is teaching in these times.
So here’s to commitment to myself and the words that seem to be overflowing. I want to be faithful to being Joyfully Liberated.