Since I can remember, I’ve always had something to say.
I’ve been told by my family that I really didn’t talk much in my early years. What’s the point in explaining yourself when you have an older brother to make your requests and do all your bidding? 🙂
Nowadays, I’d be the first to tell you that it’s quite different; I don’t really know how to stop talking. However, it’s not about small talk or fluffy discussions. In fact, I have a very strong disliking for small talk. It’s pretty much the worst thing ever. Loved ones that know me know I don’t care to mess about. For reasons beyond my understanding or control, I’ve always had a crazy need to connect with others, bypassing the comfy, little chats and really diving headfirst into the nitty-gritty complexities of what’s really going on in our minds, hearts, and lives.
Let’s agree that communication is important, especially in today’s world where literally everyone (including sweet grandma) has some type of social media presence. There’s Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, YouTube, Tumblr, LinkedIn.. you name it. We live in a time when it can easily feel uncomfortable having a conversation with the person across from you at your local coffee shop or wherever it is you see actual humans. I have found a number of people (myself included) much more inclined and tempted to look up (or more commonly known as “stalk”) a person on Facebook in order to read up on their life rather than reach out and get to know them personally.
Social media has become a legit means of screening others without ever truly needing to connect. We can go through the pros and cons of social media all day (which I have great plans to write about in the future), but what’s really important is that we realize how it’s become a bridge to reaching our world.
Thus, this blog.
Having a platform where I can share my heart.. the thoughts, joys, and concerns that cross it every day with friends, family, acquaintances I haven’t had a chance to get to know, old friends I have lost touch with, or people I haven’t even met yet excites me greatly.
I’m not a scholar, a theologian, an aspiring role model, or an authority figure by any means. Truth is.. I am an incredibly flawed young (am I still young?) woman who falls both completely and miserably short of anything remotely close to implying the idea of perfection, let alone, goodness. I have encountered very dark and difficult circumstances in my short time on this earth, and with that said, only Jesus could have ever loved me, forgiven me, and saved me from myself and the consequences of my sin that awaited me… and He is worth sharing.
I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord; I have no good apart from you.” Psalm 16:2
I live for Him now, and praise God everyday for all the work He’s done and will continue to do, despite my failures and shortcomings. I live in awe of the Lord’s perfect, unwavering faithfulness, mercy, and grace that He freely gives and pours out on me time and time again. No matter my past, present, or future circumstances, God is sovereign and rules both over and through them all.
Thus, the blog name. Then writes my soul.
Over the last two years we’ve been attending our local church (Grace Baptist), I’ve grown to cherish the rich hymns we sing every week during service (and throughout the week as I serenade Zak and the cat). Anyone who’s heard a hymn has most likely heard “How Great Thou Art” and the beautifully sung words “then sings my soul”. Well, this soul writes.
I write with love to encourage and strengthen my brothers and sisters in Christ, hope to share the good news and love of Christ with this broken and hurting world, and faith that Lord will do what He does best and work it all out for His glory.
Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to your name give glory, for the sake of your steadfast love and your faithfulness! Psalm 115:1