Six years ago, I discontinued my blog, after six years of trying to keep up with regular blogging. One thing I know about blogging is that if it's not fresh, it's not read. Life circumstances and church responsibilities were making it nearly impossible to keep up. Additionally, I felt that keeping up with a blog was one pressure I didn't need in my life. So, I stopped.
During the six years of blogging (2005-2011), I received incredible support. Regular readers provided regular encouragement and interaction. I enjoyed the process.
I know the world has changed. It's now a Twitter and Facebook world. 140 Twitter characters seems to be all people have time to read. If a Facebook post goes much beyond that, it is skipped over. Social media is fast-moving and noisy. Yet something stirs in me whenever I recall my years of blogging. I wrote with others in mind, to be sure. But I also wrote for me. It was a creative outlet. It gave me time to process my own thoughts. It slowed me down. It made me more thoughtful and still. I miss it.
So, with some hesitation, I'm going to dive in again. After 32 years of ministry in Colorado, I'm no longer in the pastoral position at my former church. It's not retirement, it's realignment. I'm waiting for God to show me what's next. And right now, since I have the time, I'm going to try to resurrect the discipline of writing in my life. I'll see how it goes, and welcome any of my former or new readers to come along on the journey.