31: my eyes were bigger than my stomach. figuratively. which, i guess, is always figurative.

31 Days of Open Letters: A Blog Series at SarahSandel.com You guys, I had GREAT INTENTIONS.

And what began as a discipline ended in frustration and I have zero guilt about that.

This month was not all I thought it would be and, in The Nester's own words, "you don't need my obligation".

You don't need me to show up and force words onto the screen that may not be all I want them to be, just for the sake of writing. You don't need me to babble aimlessly and post random things, just because. In a community of writers and readers, I need to be orchestrating my time in a way that nurtures my spirit and tunes me to the Father, so that anything I write is of greater value than just check-listing it.

I'm grateful for the words God gave me for most of the days this month. I'm grateful for the astounding feedback on my infertility post. For the encouragement and responses from friends and family who keep returning for more. And for the small community we're building over at my Facebook page, where I share Other Stuffs.

The things I'm most proud of this month didn't happen on-screen or at the blog anyway and I'm fairly certain that's the same for you, right?

Those things happened in a messy playroom, in a bright backyard, at the kitchen counter, and snuggled in next to my handsome man and happy beastie. They happened in a quiet library, on a busy beach, and on an old comfy couch during the silence of naptime.

And I'm grateful for those and content with those.

So this can be the end of the open letters, because all is grace and it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful.


31 Days of Open Letters: A Blog Series at SarahSandel.com



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