What's the Point, Anyway?

There is a multitude of reasons for blogging. Some people do it because they have a service to offer. Others use it as an outlet for venting their thoughts and feelings. Still others enjoy having a blog so that they can share their latest goings-on with family and friends who they don’t get to see very often.


The whole idea for most bloggers, though, is that we like to have a place where we can be transparent with our readers. I decided to start this blog as an encouragement to others who might be experiencing similar difficulties in their spiritual walk, raising their children, or dealing with companies that couldn’t make a leak-proof diaper if their lives depended on it.

I do often wonder, though, what’s the point? Does anybody really care what I have to say? (I’m not fishing for compliments. I know that you do care, or you wouldn’t bother to read this.) Do the things that I write and post here make a difference in anyone’s life?

Sometimes I would like very much to use it as a platform for venting my anger and frustration, but that wouldn’t be very encouraging to my readers, would it? But, I’m human, right? It’s my blog and I can say what I want, right?

So, how’s this for transparent:  I feel like a complete failure most days. A failure as a mother. A failure as a wife. A failure as an “independent jewelry distributor”. I have no business being a pastor’s wife. I am married to a man who makes his living by studying the Bible, and I don’t even know where mine is at the moment because I haven’t cracked it open for days. I yell at my kids, I say the word “crap” on a daily basis, and I often assume the worst about people just because I am disgruntled about something.

I recently started to read a book in which the author was encouraging readers to think about what the cross means to us in our daily lives. Is it just a story that we think about each spring as we’re filling up plastic eggs with candy, or is it the driving force behind everything we do? I had to be brutally honest with myself and admit that most days I walk past the cross with my iPhone and a digital photography book in one hand while pushing the vacuum with the other. I’m aware that Jesus is there, having taken the punishment for my sin, but do I really care? Am I truly thankful? And by thankful I mean do I go about my activities each day with a song in my heart and a prayer on my lips, constantly mindful of the fact that his life, death, and resurrection set me free from my sin? Or do I give Him a cursory nod as He is bleeding and suffering for me, and then walk away as I post my status on Facebook?

Friends, if you don’t hear another word I ever say, please hear this: Jesus paid the price that we could never have paid. He gave His life willingly so that we could live eternally. We cannot do anything to earn or deserve heaven. If we repent (turn away) from our sin, and acknowledge Him as Savior and Lord, he will welcome us into His family with open arms. We will still sin, for we have a sin nature. But He will forgive us if we but ask, and He will sanctify us (make us more like Christ) if we pursue sanctification.

And that is the point.