My previous blogging activity was used for the sake of having an outlet into America. It was my chance to allow a glimpse of the milestones in my journey to those who were back home. But now, it just seems so forced. I’m sure I have things to say and I’m sure I will never reach a point where I fail to be flabbergasted by the Spirit but I’m so prone to fabricate my experiences and thoughts that I fear I may deliver my audience something manufactured and edited. And then I have to worry about the fact that people might actually read this, which could potentially lead me to snap into my people-pleasing mode, writing what would sound good or look good to them rather than what is really going on in my soul. This has been the little war going on inside of me as I’ve been successfully neglecting my blogging responsibilities. Perhaps you were looking for something more challenging or convicting, but this is what’s real and das wassup.
