This blog depresses me. The entries within it are supposed to inspire, to encourage. Hopefully, that still holds true for you. But for me, when I look at it, it makes me sad. There was a time that I loved blogging. I may not have been as consistent as some are, but for a time, I wrote on a regular basis. I enjoyed writing, whether it was a “Sunday Stirring”, “Keepin’ It Real”, or something about my kids. I felt good about it. I felt like I was doing something worthwhile and hoped that my words would have value to my children in the future. And I didn’t just write, but I read. There were numerous blogs that I looked forward to. And I was inspired and encouraged by their entries.
Not long ago I was introduced to a blog. I must admit, I don’t think I’ve ever followed a man’s blog before, but this one left me wanting more. The writer is an older gentleman, so there aren’t really posts about his children. No recipes. No housewife woes. But it is packed full of encouragement, hope and growth.
And inspiration! I enjoy this – even if I’m the only one who reads it. I want to get back to it! It makes me sad to see that I stopped. And for what? So a fresh start is what I’m after.
And that fresh start has just begun!