I Thought I Had Something to Say

I felt like I had something to say tonight. I logged into my blog and the first thing I saw on my feed was this post by Shannan over at Flower Patch Farmgirl.  Click on over and read it.  She said exactly what I've been feeling. 

It's the beginning of a new year, and whether I make resolutions or not, I am always reflective at this time of the year.  I don't think it hurts to look at yourself and try to figure out what's working for you and maybe those areas that could use some improvement.  I've made lists of things I'd like to do this year.  It's the last year of my twenties, so I actually started to think of 30 things I'd like to do before I'm 30. 

I have several creative things I like to do that are therapeutic for me in a way, but I hardly ever devote any time to them. I thought wouldn't it be nice if I could pick at least a month for each thing and focus on only it.  Maybe I could improve and actually use some of the supplies I own.  I thought about blogging about this.  It seems like something I would enjoy.  But does that really matter?

The past couple of weeks I've been thinking about areas in my life that I could work on this year, but I have to say, I haven't really asked God's opinion on too much of it.  Really, does He care if I can't use my sewing machine as well as I'd like to?  Or that I have years worth of pictures that need to be gone through? Or that I have a half finished crochet project that I haven't touched in months? Or that my paints have sat unused for almost as long?  Is that what really matters to Him? Maybe. Maybe not.  I haven't asked. 

What is the point of any of it, if it isn't what He's asking of me?  I don't have to look far to see that there are needs that could easily be met if we just tried a little harder.  And that there are needs that are going to take a lot of work, a lot of heartache, a lot of faith and love to be met, but if I call myself a follower of Christ, shouldn't this be where my heart is?

I don't write any of this to make anyone feel bad about where they are in their life.  I believe God calls us all to do different things at different points in our lives.  This is pretty much just a brain dump.  Things I've been mulling over about myself.  I think I'm getting too comfortable though.  I've been too comfortable.  He's working on me, has been for a while.  I'm not sure what He will ask of me, but maybe this year I can work on listening.  I can ask Him what He would like me to do in the last year of my twenties.  I only made it to sixteen things on my list.  Maybe I can let Him fill in the rest of that list. 

In her post tonight, Shannan wrote,

"And if I've learned anything at all, it's that walking behind Him means risk and sometimes even a little pain. It's all the things my flesh would rather avoid: tricky, grueling, exhausting, scary, humbling. And people will think you're a weirdo.

But there's a silver lining that casts a shadow on all the rest. Following blindly is exhilarating and life-affirming. It's addictive."

I want to learn that.