Drum roll please

Writing a blog is easy.  Publishing one is like stepping into the abyss.  Terrifying!

And yet...here I am.   Jumping in to the abyss.  

I feel as though the first post in a blog should somehow be epic.  Captivate the reader.  It's the make or break post.  I've drafted or written blog posts in anticipation of launching this endeavour but...yikes!  My first words.  What should they be?  

There's lots of advice on how to create a successful blog yet somehow I'm not interested in them.  Likely because my life is one that has not followed convention. I've always found my own path.  Usually out of necessity.  I have a feeling this project will follow that theme. 

So...hmmm...what do you need to know about me?  Coles notes?  Raised by my maternal grandparents, occasional appearances from my biological mother, never knew my biological father until just a few years ago, a "lonely only" (for those - like me - who are into birth order), married right out of high school, divorced 34 years later.  Three children, three grandchildren, and a life long journey with God.  People have come and gone but God...He's walked every step. 

What can you expect from this blog?  Hard to say exactly (I know - kiss of death.  A blog should have a focus - a theme - a niche) but the title of my blog is actually the clue.  Falling in the General Direction of Up.  Against all odds, and amidst a life that has had its share of challenges, my faith has always sustained me.  Actually, that's not completely accurate, because my faith has not been a product of my might, a belief, or a conviction, but rather a relentless pursuit of me by a Father who created me, named me, rescued me, loves me.  Every step (and mis-step) has led me in the general direction of up...God-ward.   

As for my story?  Yeah...well...I guess that will unfold here.  But I suppose it's not my story I wish to tell so much as how God has revealed himself to me through every painful, joyful, disappointing, lonely, confusing, grateful, and surprising twist and turn of my journey.  

Just so you know - I don't consider myself religious.  (I know...doesn't sound like it, right?) But as I've been Falling in the General Direction of Up, God keeps revealing who He is to me - and it has nothing to do with religion and everything to do with love.  

And as a bonus...my intent is to create blog #2...as yet un-named.  Overachiever much?  Yeah, well...it started off with this idea that I would write a book about how I met my dad.  And I did, in fact, write that book.  But how to publish it?  So...hopefully sooner rather than later, I'll be hooking you up to that blog as well.  More to come on that.  

In the meantime...welcome to my happy place.
"The waves and wind still know His name"
Photo:  Annette Moore



Comments

  1. Judy8 May 2017 at 16:45

    Thank you brave soul 💕💕💕 I will sit and 'hear' your story, what a privilege

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