More will be coming soon…

For real.

It’s been a long time that I’ve known something. I’d love to tell you that I’m simply too busy, or life is too full…but that’s really not the truth.

Down in my core, I’m scared.

You see, I might even have a good reason. I’m sitting in the guest room at my parents’ house. In the guest room closet is a stack of boxes. They’re identical in shape and content: the remaining hundreds of a CD I produced in college.

I’m not entirely embarrassed at this project. I listen and tear up at the songs I wrote. I remember the encounters I had with the Lord at the pianos in the practice halls at Greenville College (now University).

But at the time, it was cheaper to order 1,000 CD’s then several hundred….so we now have far too many than will ever be required or necessary.

So when it comes to having the courage to try again. To put what I believe I am called to create out in the world, it’s a little frightening. How do I know if I have anything of value to contribute or create for the world? Is there a way to know for sure?

BUT.

I think I’m right on that dangerous edge. Where you know what you’re supposed to do and you’re quickly running out of excuses to not say yes.

If you know me well, you know I’m a thinker and a teacher. I love to think about the world and figure out how to process it in such a way to bring others in. I have some stuff I’ve been chewing on for years….and I know it’s time to begin faithfully writing.

So what can you expect here?

Honesty and wrestle.

I recognize that’s not much…but it’s what I have to offer.

And I primarily want to offer that as someone who is desperately trying to follow Jesus…knowing that friends who land here with me may find themselves on that journey themselves. Still others may fiercely oppose such a journey while somehow having a tender spot in their heart for me as a person. You’re welcome here.

As simple as it sounds, I’m struck that I cannot exist as I’d naturally prefer if Jesus is who He said He is. There’s not really room for my selfishness or stubbornness.

And I suspect there’s likewise not room for my fear and shrinking back.

So I know I am called to write.

So write I shall. Would love to have you along for the journey.

Thanks for reading,

Julie

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