On our way to church on Sunday, Will pulled out his phone to text some of our best friends.
What are you doing today?
Nothing. Come over for lunch. Or later if you already have lunch plans.
We’ll come for lunch. Thank you!
Several hours later found us at their table, eating taco salad and unloading our woes onto their patient ears. Coffee and pumpkin dessert finally slowed us down enough to for them to get in a few words, too.
One statement shot an arrow into my heart. Our friend said that when he is not able to express what he is thinking and feeling, his bones hurt.
If I say, “I will not mention him,
or speak any more in his name,”
there is in my heart as it were a burning fire
shut up in my bones,
and I am weary with holding it in,
and I cannot.
(Jeremiah 20:9 ESV)
That’s why I finally decided to start this blog.
I was always full of reasons why starting a blog would be stupid. The world needs a new blog about as badly as it needs another fast-food restaurant. Do I really want to do what the Sword and Trumpet magazine described as “vomiting my life details all over the public face”? And I am not nearly as smart or creative or talented as the thousands of bloggers already out there!
But still, there’s a pain in my bones.
I have written for different Christian publications in the past. Problem is, you can’t deviate from their prescribed theology. Writing for others is not like having a free voice.
So, I tentatively decided to blog for one year. If at any point before then I discover that it isn’t working, I will cheerfully wad up the blog and chuck it into the trash. (Edit: it might be tearfully rather than cheerfully.)
My guiding verse in this effort will be Ephesians 4:31. “Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you along with all malice.”
Sometimes pain comes out with a lot of bitterness, anger, malice. My goal is to let it out with gentleness and mercy.
And now, I want to hear from you. What hurts your bones?