Sometimes I feel guilty that I don't talk about my faith enough on this blog.
Earlier this month I participated in an advice column over on Samantha's blog. We were asked to share our mission statement for our blog. Many of the other ladies shared about how they want to speak truth and encourage other women in their faith. Some shared a Bible verse. I'm a little ashamed to say that neither of those things came to mind when writing out my mission statement.
I do write about my faith sometimes, but I don't write about it a lot. It's definitely not the main focus of my blog posts. I mostly write about things I want to remember: hilarious family trips to pick up a Christmas tree and the crazy things I do when I'm sleeping and how we spent our second anniversary. I post serious things sometimes, but more often I post funny things when I think of a topic that I hope will be funny, because I like making people laugh.
I wouldn't say I'm a "faith" blogger, and I feel bad about it sometimes, because I would never want someone to come here and not know I'm a Christian. At the same time, I don't feel the need to mention it in every post. I know saying you're a Christian comes with a certain degree of stigma. Who voluntarily gets up early on a Sunday morning to sit in church for two hours? Who really believes all that stuff about Jesus dying and then coming back to life? Who is self-important enough to say that theirs is the only way to heaven? A bunch of crazy, Bible-thumping hypocrites, those Christians are. I know what you think.
I've been thinking about this off and on for a couple of months now. I definitely don't post many specifically religious posts, nor do I necessarily want to. But it's always there. It's like eating breakfast or putting my contacts in. I don't blog about those things, but they're a part of my daily routine, and I couldn't function properly without them.
My faith is like that too.
It's the lens through which I see the world.
The light to which I turn when everything goes dark.
The hand that guides when my path becomes unsteady.
I know that all sounds so cheesy. And you're right: it is.
But it's also the only thing that holds me together. The most important part of my life. We like to think we're in charge of our world, but here's the thing: he is the one who gives us breath. I wake up and see a miracle in every sunrise. Do I blog about it? Not often. But it's there. Always.
I just wanted you to know in case I hadn't said it before.
“If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy,
the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.”
― C.S. Lewis