When I was a little, I used to sometimes watch Dragnet. I was much too young to be watching it, but it was the 70’s and parents were far less interested in worrying about what their kids watched on TV than they are today… which has nothing to do with this post at all, except that what came to mind when I sat down to write was Joe Friday’s iconic line, “Just the facts, ma’am.”
Only I’m much less concerned with facts at the moment; I’m just trying to stick to what is honest, which, I believe, is as close as we can get to the truth.
What I’ve realized is that, if I’m going to try to write a good blog, I will never write. Or, rather, I’ll write a post once or twice a year. And even then, it probably won’t be very good. The thing is, I know what good writing is. So I know when my own writing falls short. And therefore… I don’t write.
But I believe that there is value in writing, because writing helps us search our souls, to figure out what we believe, to connect with ourselves and with the greater Truth, which, I believe, is God. So I’ve decided to write. Every day. Knowing that it won’t be good writing, but what it will be is honest. Because I need a place to be honest. Honestly searching, honestly seeking, honestly hurting and loving, joyful and sad, hopeful and impatient, and mostly just fumbling about… honestly just a messy human but also beloved by God.
I spent most of the first half of my life (so far) trying to make people think I was perfect, because I thought that was what I had to be. Now I know what freedom there is in being imperfect. Now I no longer think that being perfect is important, or even valuable… because it’s not possible. There is just being honest, and the freedom that comes with that: the freedom to love ourselves and to let ourselves be loved.
I hope that by being my messy, honest self, I can inspire someone else to be messy and honest, and in that to be more able to be loving and to be loved.
Thanks for stopping by. You matter.