Some do it as their full-time job (that would be nice -- no, I don't fall into that category). Some do it to express themselves (maybe that is me a bit). Some do it for fun. Some do it for making contacts and selling their products. Some do it just cause everyone else is doing it.
I blog because, first, writing is how I best communicate (that doesn't mean I'm a fabulous writer -- it just means that I'm not great at talking). Second, I blog to share what I learn in life and the Bible and in my ongoing relationships, to include my relationship with Jesus Christ and Father and Spirit. Third, I believe we possess talents and skills to make this world a better place. I see so many struggling in life who have no peace -- I want to help. One way I feel I can help is to write. I want to be a light. I want to encourage and make my world maybe a bit kinder, a bit more enlightened, a bit more shiny with the Light of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
My last post was about cyberspace and how internet interaction is no substitute for face-to-face interaction, and though it is a very much needed point to remember, I don't like that kind of post up hanging on my blog space long-term. I wanted to put something more spiritual or funny or more readable up.
But I got nothing.
See that picture up there? That's what's in my brain today -- not much. I read my Bible. I prayed. I did laundry and made soup for supper. I folded clothes. I read to Hawk. I changed him several times. I fed him. I watched a show with him. I read part of a book on narrative nonfiction (very interesting). I chatted with my two oldest children via Facebook about taxes and trucks and dresses and work. I braided my hair. I let the dogs in and out (and in and out and in and out). I cleaned out the litterbox and put garbage in the dumpster. Just a lot of stuff I do every single day.
And sometimes when I have these days where I have nothing to share I sigh and sense that brain emptiness. I want to share some big truth with my readers. If I don't have one I feel a tiny bit sad about it.
But that's cause I'm focused on me and what I did or did not share.
That inward self-absorbed focus isn't right for any of us. We don't have to have evidence of our worth to justify our existence. There's something not right in our American culture that says to us if we are really busy we must be important or at least making a positive contribution to society. If we aren't doing great things or lots of things, that same thought tells us we aren't significant.
What makes us significant has nothing to do with what we do or who we are; or if we have people telling us how important we are; or if we have a huge bank account and a net worth of millions of dollars. None of that adds to our real worth. We are significant and important because we belong to Father God. He made us. He loves us and He desires to be close to all of us. His mark is what makes us valuable. We don't earn His love. He loved us before our hearts were beating. He loved us when we were just a thought of His. And that doesn't change -- ever.
Well, I'm still pretty empty (and so is my coffee cup). The family should be home soon to eat soup and dirty some dishes. The husband had an eye appointment so that's why they're late tonight. Enjoy your evening. Not much going on in the Hinrichs household. We'll just eat soup and watch TV and then head for bed. Always looking forward to spring. Signing off for tonight. This is Empty Head coming to you live from the middle of the reservation. Jesus loves you and so do I. Night.