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I blog because I’m a writer. I don’t write because I’m a blogger. Big difference.

I started blogging two years ago.

At the time I had no interest in being a “blogger”. In fact, I didn’t even know what a blog was. (True story.)

I was so ignorant about blogging that I didn’t even realize our family “website” that I created to keep loved ones and supporters updated on our life and work was actually a blog. Apparently I had already been blogging for years. But I don’t really count that. (To me it was simply newsletters in website form.)

Comments? Why?

RSS? Huh?

Analytics? Say wha?

I had no idea.

Now two years later I have much more idea.

I’ve learned a lot. I’ve been a blogger and I’ve backed off as a blogger. I’ve grown a community. I’ve networked. I’ve answered hundreds and hundreds of emails that I seriously don’t have time for. And I’ve met some amazing people.

But here’s the thing. Sometimes I love blogging. (I certainly love all the things I’ve learned from reading blogs and I’ve loved some of the genuine friendships that have sprung out of it.)

But sometimes I loathe blogging. I rarely ever check page views any more, and I can’t seem to ever keep up with the goals I set for myself. (Not a bad thing – they are sometimes unrealistic.)

I didn’t start blogging to be a blogger. I started because I wanted to write.

I continue because I want to write.

That’s the bottom line.

No matter how many people read or follow or comment or tweet or like or pin….

I blog because I’m a writer. And for now, the platform I’m creating is helping me to practice, express, connect, and so many other things.

So blog or not (actually 7 to be honest), I blog becuase I’m a writer.

That being said, yes, I’m a blogger. But I’m a writer first.

STOP.

 

Q for you: Do you blog? Are you a blogger? A writer? What does that mean to you??

 

Love,
A

p.s. I didn’t write yesterday because I went to bed (still fully clothed) at 6:30pm. Today was that kind of day too, but I got up again around 8:30pm when the sleep wasn’t working out so well. Is there anything worse than being utterly exhausted (and grumpy) and having insomnia all at once? Yes, of course there is. But when you’re in the midst of it, it sure doesn’t feel like it can get much worse… Bah.

 

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I don’t go to church. Or do I?

Whenever people ask me where I go to church I stumble and hem and haw and try to find words to answer their question.

The truth is, we don’t go to church. At least not in the sense that people are talking about.

Both Ryan and I have “home churches” that we love – his in Sydney, mine in Oregon. We love going back to those guys and feel totally at home there.

Those churches are places of friendship, connection, encouragement, and worship. They are places that we represent through our service. We consider ourselves an extension of them as we work here in Townsville.

But we don’t go to a place we call “church” every Sunday morning.

The thing is, we do have a church. We meet with a group of believers several days a week – working, serving, worshiping, praying, growing in relationship. We teach one another, we break bread together, we encourage and strengthen one another.

We actually are the church. It just also happens to be our workplace.

I know it’s hard for some people to get that.

They need a name, a denomination, a set of four walls.

So when I tell them that we don’t go to church, I can sense some of them cringing inside. (Is she really saved? Is she bitter toward the church? Is she *gasp* an independent?)

Newsflash, yes, I know God. No, I’m not bitter. And no, we are definitely not independent.

Sometimes I think we have far more community than I think is even comfortable.

(But that’s not really the point of church is it? To be “comfortable”?)

The point of church is to gather, serve, grow, teach, encourage, worship, connect. Be the Body.

So yes, I suppose I do go to church.

Nearly every day.

STOP

 

Q for you: What do you think church is?

 

Love,
A

 

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Passing over (chaos) and holy communion

I imagined that tonight I would write something about Passover after returning from a beautiful feast put on by our YWAM community.

Something deep and spiritual and lovely.

And yet truthfully? My family adn I showed up ten minutes late after frantically tying sheets on like togas and forgetting the baby food and tripping over all sorts of unfinished business around hte house.

The beautiful meal was all laid out for us, adn many had taken great care in preparing the food and atmosphere and explanations of all of hte symbolism to help us understand adn breathe deeply, receive and have revelation.

Yet most of my evening was spent cleaning up spilled “wine” (cordial), toddler taming, and fretting about my baby’s growing over-tiredness. So much so that I was barely able to follow along with much of hte flow of hte evening.

Despite my lack of “passover-ing” I had a beautiful moment of catching up with an old friend who I haven’t seen in four years. In hushed tones while the program went on we swapped stories of life – triumph and victories as well as struggles and hardships – adn then spent a few quiet moments praying for each other.

“Were we supposed to be having communion?” my friend asked me.

The truth is, we were having communion – sharing the reality of Jesus through our lives and circumstances and care for one another.

It’s Holy Week, a time for remembering Jesus – who he is and what he’s done for us. And also for remembering who he lives within… us.

STOP.

Q for you: Are you observing Passover or other elements of Holy Week?

Love,
A

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Adriel also writes (using spell check!) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos


On being introverted and social and doing what I “should”

I’ve been playgroup hopping lately, trying to find one that’s a good fit for the boys and I.

Seems like it would be easy to find one. Kids, moms, snacks. What’s so complicated about that?

But the ones I’ve gone to have either been too structured or too far away or the wrong time of day or too crowded or too small.

Seems there’s always something.

It’s been interesting to watch Levi exploring these new environments too.

As much as I’ve been making an effort to connect with these other moms I don’t yet know, Levi is also surrounded by kids he doesn’t yet know.

And our little outgoing, loud, jumping, dancing dude that is used to being around 100 adults all at once has suddenly gone all quiet anf fringe.

He mostly just hangs out on the periphery. Not shy really, but not engaging much either. He loves being out playing with new toys or in new environments, but seems to mostly stick to himself, perfectly content to entertain himself.

He really is as independent as we keep thinking he is.

And so am I.

As I drove home from our latest playgroup attempt this morning I wondered if I’d ever really find one that “fit” immediately, or if it was just that I’m fairly independent and like doing my own thing on my own terms.

Not shy at all, but definitely comfortable spending my time as an introvert and doing as i please.

An introvert (who gets refreshed by being alone) but also loves to be social and have some fun.

And who also wants my boys to have fun running around with other kids instead of being cooped up with me all day.

How will this whole mom’s group thing pan Out? I guess time will tell.

In the meantime, I’ll keep playgroup hopping as I’m able. I think it’s good for all of us to get out and explore this little town that I so often dismiss as being too hot or too small or too whatever.

Because the reality is, it’s home. It’s ours. And it’s time to dig a little deeper… I think.

STOP.

 

Q for you: Are you an introvert or an extrovert? How does that factor into your social gatherings?

 

Love,
A

 

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Adriel also writes on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos