At about Day 19, I wanted to throw in the towel.
And on Day 29, I couldn’t put a sentence together to save my life.
But I knew I had to finish. I just had to.
I normally try to write five days a week. Some weeks I do that well, and others… not so much. But since being laid off from my full-time job in July, I’ve turned to my writing, treating it like my job. (Best job ever!)
But this 31-day writing challenge (#write31days) in October stretched me. Last year was my first attempt and completion with both of my blogs. I wanted this year to be the second.
My desire this year was to finish it without complaining, and without stress.
At the end of September when I told my husband of my intention to complete the Write 31 Days challenge again this year, I didn’t expect his response. “Are you sure you should do that? It really stressed you out last year.”
My husband doesn’t forget much. Even though his words jabbed my heart, they were absolutely true. Last October I was stressed out. All because I let myself be. He remembers the tension that filled our home that month. I couldn’t blame him for questioning me. He, nor my son, warrant added tension originating from their wife and mother.
So, this year I vowed my challenge experience would be different, because my attitude would be different. I was going to look at it as a privilege (after all, writing is now my job, right??), and a gift, no matter how trying it became.
What a difference a year makes! I’m thrilled to say I did not utter one complaint about my writing, or my commitment, or “having to write my 31-days post.”
And that, my friend, was a huge accomplishment!
You may have stopped by for one post, or maybe you read them all. Maybe you didn’t read a single one, because last month was crazy, and you couldn’t find time for yourself, let alone to read posts on a blog. I get it. I understand.
My hope was for each post to be an encouragement for each one of us as we journey through this life. To help us see who we are in God’s eyes. To appreciate how different being a child of God is, compared to being tossed to and fro by the world’s standards. Not only for ourselves, but to pass this encouragement, and the hope we have on to others.
You can catch up on all the posts here.
I prayed we’d all walk away taught by God and His Word, strengthened in our faith, and have a deeper, more vibrant relationship with Jesus. But, I believe God taught me the most. I see now this series may have been more for me than anyone else. (Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m honored you journey with me! In fact, you keep me going!)
But, I’m the one who needed the reminder who I really am.
I’m the one who found healing in reliving past memories. I’m the one who found a deeper walk with my Creator. I’m the one who soaked in the reminder I am making a difference, even if it doesn’t seem like it. I’m the one who was ready for the wake up call to live like a citizen of heaven…today.
On Days 19 and 29, when life could have gotten extremely stressful around here, I prayed and I trusted. I walked away numerous times. The only person I let know my frustrations was Jesus. And even though the posts weren’t “perfect,” they were much more than just words on a screen.
They were a triumph of God’s love and grace.
I praise God He doesn’t leave us where we’re at. I praise Him for how He continues to mold us into the people He desires us to be. And when we walk through the molding process without complaining, well, I imagine that brings a smile to His face.
Thank you for journeying with me, friend. I love you, and appreciate you.
All Celebrating Who You Are posts can be found here.