For someone who communicates for a living, you’d think I would have considered blogging before. Especially since, fun fact: I have been journaling almost every day of my life since I was 8 years old. That’s a lot of journals. Maybe 100. And quite frankly, it’s becoming a logistical issue in my apartment.
Hence, this blog. My hope and prayer is that the blog will be a blessing to others and a blessing to me. Because we all have thoughts to share, and we all need encouragement. Is it a little weird that any human on the planet can read my thoughts? Sure. But it would be worth it if even one person felt inspired by my honest posts, or encouraged by my failures or lessons learned.
My life is different, as the blog name suggests. At least I strive for it to be; so this seemed most fitting.
I was ‘saved’ 5 years ago. I don’t know where you are on your spiritual journey, so this might sound strange or even offensive to you. It definitely did to me, until it happened. But basically one day I prayed to what was then a somewhat confusing, abstract concept of “Jesus” and said, “Look, I don’t know all of the answers, but if you are who you say you are, please help me understand. I surrender to you and choose to trust you from this day forward. Please forgive me, receive me, and be real to me.”
I realize this wasn’t the more eloquent, scripted versions I’ve head spoken in churches since then, but it worked. Or at least it must have. Because whatever happened in that moment was real, and I can honestly say my life has never been the same. I have never been the same person I was, since that day.
Surrendering my life to the full Trinity of the Universe was obviously no small thing. And because most of the world does not or will not do so, my life probably looks a little crazy to others. But how can I tell people or show people that there is a Different Way, if I am just like the world? I have come to realize that living a Different Kind of Life is quite simply, the only way.
These days, I don’t have a lot of fears. At least definitely not as many as I used to. I don’t live afraid that my life would look differently than what the world expects, but that it would look the same.