Some of you may remember me from blogs of yore, some may remember my prayer wall and some of you, er most of you, may not know me at all. You see I used to be a blogger. I used to blog. I used have a place where you could find me.
I tell you all this because I noticed as I was commenting on your posts, it’s just a surprise which profile pops up on your little screen. I’m getting comments on my blogger blog and other weird and old fashioned places.
Until I fix that, feel free to comment where the links take you. But beware, you comment at your own risk. For those of you who are more type A, I can be found here, here and here regularly. I can be found here spying on my kids. here trying to be cool and I can be found here but you might have to wait in line.
Now I’m just a drogger—one who dreams of blogging. A real life faceburker—one who hopes to be deeply known through short, witty Facebook posts. (I was gonna say Furker or Twurker but I could only see but that made pictures of Miley and Robin Thicke dance through my head because inappropriate.) And, all I really want to do is a little blogging, really. Because I heard the whisper…
I take action, make commitments when I feel God’s nudge. My commitment looks like this one. Sadly, my actions can be a little lagging. (More on my stubborn heart later.)
I commit to taking up cyber-space and re-friending all of you. I already feel as if I know you. All of you. I read Jen’s emails every.single.week and I pray for you as you bombard my mind. My mind is a bomb yard, ya’ll. So that means, I pray for you. Lots.
Although I haven’t posted in the link up for quite some time (read: years), I found myself a bit weepy over its ending. I initially let it go. (That seems to be the theme lately, no?) Then after the next time or two or three, I finally told Jen I’d help her.
The truth of it is this: my heart longs to read your words, speak your truth, earn your trust. Yet, my life threatens to steal my time each day.
I re-launched my site in March. Since March I’ve crashed and burned two Mac books, virus-infected a borrowed Dell, endured an internet shortage (In reality, they were just working on our tower.) and clenched my eyes tight for days on end in an effort to stifle the migraines, vertigo and nausea that threaten to consume me.
Hence, the Phantom.
But no more. Today I’m putting my foot down. I’m writing words in spite of the nausea, in spite of the whirling screen, in spite of the time crunch.
Because my netty sisters and bloggy friends, “You are worth more to me than many sparrows.” (Quote straight from God. He uses sparrows to define our worth twice in the Bible. Matt 10:31 and Luke 12:7 I have thoughts on the sparrow but will save those for a later day when we have more time to chat. I just think if that if God uses sparrows to proclaim His love for us, I can too.)
So, buh-bye Phantom, hellll-ooooo SDG sisters.
PS Visiting the evens is even slower than I thought. I promise to get to each of you. And I promise when I get to your place, I will spend time with you, get to know you, pray for you, enlarge your space and influence with my super powers until we all live happily ever after.
Until then, visit freely among yourselves!
What keeps you away from your girlfriends?
SDG Gathering Important Information
We do have some important housekeeping items about this gathering, so if you have not read them, please come here to catch up. The condensed version: Link up ONE post that shares your heart authentically and be sure to check in with some of your sisters who have linked up with you. Leave a heartfelt word of encouragement for them after you visit their space. This is a community where we actively seek to get to know each other.
The linky disappeared for a bit, so we are behind on visiting. But, we hope to see you soon!