A day like today makes it extra hard to keep the
commitment I made to post to my blog every day. It isn’t for want of trying.
Throughout the day, ideas for topics bubbled to the surface, then sank out
of sight before I could cast my line and reel them in.
Perhaps the real lesson for the day is commitment. I made
the commitment to post to my blog, not to offer some well-written life lesson.
I think the commitment was for my benefit alone, an exercise in obedience to an
increasingly persistent nudge to write.
I’d like to think my example resulted in the wonderful
email I received mid-day from a young woman I dearly love. She emailed me
a copy of her own blog post, one written expressly for a group of which she is
a part. She asked me to avert my English teacher eyes as I read it because it
was a piece from her heart and not a publishable essay.
It wouldn’t have occurred to me to correct her grammar, her spelling
or her syntax. I know how busy this young mother is, plus it was very
acceptably written. More importantly, the message she conveyed was so much more
important than its literary style.
Truthfully her decision to email me her post had nothing to
do with my own commitment to write daily. I don’t think she even knows about
it. The choice to share reflects the strength and beauty of a relationship that
thrives on revealing and receiving. This open exchange of our hearts is a commitment
that is far more valuable that writing something every day—just to say I did it.
Today was a long day, filled with work and pleasure, people and prayer. At the end of the day it is the tenderly revealed heart of a friend that is putting a smile to my face.
Today was a long day, filled with work and pleasure, people and prayer. At the end of the day it is the tenderly revealed heart of a friend that is putting a smile to my face.
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