I don’t like blogging. I know. I see the irony too. I’m blogging about why I don’t like blogging. And yes, I also remember that I had a blog before this one. An optional one. That I would use to turn my thoughts into font for all of the world (or thirty people) to see.
The World Race loves stories. They like to hear them and tell them, and part of going on The World Race is that we’re suppose to blog. Yes, while we are off racing around the World, but at home too. Once a week. And surprisingly, it’s an area of stress for me. I didn’t write one last week, and when a friend asked me why, I told her the truth. I didn’t have anything to blog about. Well I thought that was the truth. Turns out the truth is I actually don’t like blogging. When she finally pried that out of me, she told me the next logical thing: blog about that.
Don’t get me wrong, I love blogs. I have 16 bookmarked on my computer that I read regularly. Some are from strangers and writers, others from musicians and pastors, but my favorites are from my wise friends. I’ve also probably read between 150-200 World Race blog posts (no that’s not an exaggeration), and if I have a test coming up, I’ll read more instead of studying. I kept a blog while I was in India, and even wrote on it this past semester. And I even liked it when I thought I had something worth sharing. For someone who doesn’t like blogging, I sure like blogs a lot.
I see the value in blogs and in people telling stories. I see it because I’m the one who reads and rereads others’.
But I guess that’s the thing. I don’t want to make up a story to share. I don’t want the pressure to make something up for other people. That sounds like work, and I like grace. Plus, I don’t want to tell a story that’s not worth telling. There’s probably some insecurity in there to process through, but that will stay in the pages of my unlined journal.
So here it is. I don’t like blogs for the same reason I don’t like K-Love doing fan awards for Christian bands or The World Race picking the best stories each year.
The story isn’t mine.
So who am I tell you the story is or isn’t worth telling? And who are you to tell me the story is or isn’t worth reading?
The things I’m processing aren’t from my own digging. I didn’t find answers. There aren’t concepts for me to get. Every good thing comes from Him, including the story I’m suppose to find words to tell. And I screw this up. A lot. I try to get things even though it’s His to give. Or worse.
I try to write the story. I use my expectations to try and manipulate God to give me the epic adventure, insane God-moment, or insightful revelations. All things to blog about. None which I have right now.
The reality is I’m a normal Senior college student taking 9 credits. I pick hanging out with my friends over homework. I love late night processing and junk food runs. I pursue God. And sometimes it’s with pure motives. That’s all I have to blog about right now. Which doesn’t seem blog worthy. At all. I’m not on an epic adventure. Insane God moments are far and few in between. And revelations aren’t as frequent as blog post deadlines.
It’s not my story. But I have the honor of getting to tell it.
So as the reader, know that I’m not the Author. And as the author, I’ll try not judge what I think is and isn’t blog worthy.
