I told my husband that I wanted to start a blog. Without pause he asked what sort of blog. He knows me well enough that this sort of off-the-wall remark doesn’t even surprise him. If it did surprise him, he hid it well.
“Dogs? Jesus?” He inquired.
There is certainly something to be said about how well he knows me. More on that later, though. To his point, dogs and Jesus are typically what consume my attention in a given day.
I thought about it. My business-minded personality was begging me to think this through. Surely I wouldn’t begin this endeavor without a brand and a plan, right? Cue my more dominant personality trait, the one that dwarfs my business sense and tugs on my shirt sleeve like a nagging toddler: ADHD. I don’t mean the fleeting impulsiveness that most people are familiar with and deal with rationally. I actually have severe ADHD and fleeting ideas become obsessions if left unchecked. I’ve learned to cope with my illness with humor. If God has a sense of humor — and I think he does — he’ll understand why sometimes all I can do is laugh when my brain takes me into weird directions.
“I’m not sure. I hadn’t really thought about it. I just want to start a blog,” I told him.
I thought about it. I dwelled on it. Then I prayed about it. It was a little bit, “Could this be worthwhile?” and a little bit of, “Lord, help me through this crazy idea and keep me focused on your plan.” Then, in a strange intersection of the two, I was reminded of a theme I’ve encountered in this season of my life. Sharing. The scary thought that maybe the next step in my spiritual journey is sharing my faith in a meaningful way. I’m as flawed as a follower can be, but aren’t we all?
So it begins. Perhaps a little bit of Jesus and a little bit of dogs. Maybe a lot of Jesus. I can’t be sure (can we ever?) but there is a part of my heart that believes that this might be what I am called to do right now. Maybe He has set my medium before me and I need to share. Still, I assure you there will be dogs. After all, two of my five children are of the four-legged variety.
As for my husband truly knowing me (coming full-circle now, I knew I was going somewhere with this post), the other day we came home with surprise gifts for each other — books by the same author! Sometimes, whether guessing what I’ll blog about or picking the right titles at the bookstore, he knows me better than I do. That’s love!