I’ve discovered something about my writing style: I only write when things are going well.

Example: My last post was from Malawi…when I was wrapping up a fantastic trip to serve the poor and encourage the church.

Then I got home.

Without going into detail…for me, life has been bizarre and personally challenging lately. And when that’s going on, I find I go inward. I start filtering. And I stop writing.

For every writer there is always the ongoing question: how much of what I’m thinking is helpful for whoever chooses to read this?

What it becomes it this: I’m the only one who’s struggling…

On the surface…I know better than that. I know that life is filled with challenges, struggles, even things that are frustrating, embarrassing.

The interesting thing is, the more I have shared with those close to me about life at the moment, the more I am reminded that life is universally challenging. My closest friends ALL have significant challenges, not so much MY challenges, but significant nonetheless.  One friend put it this way…”I’m such a cripple…but I’ll gladly give you one of my crutches!”

I think that sums it up…in one way or another we all walk with a limp. All of us have challenges…even ones that drive us to our knees.

So..maybe my writing will be more the result of being on my knees…and less about only my happy times.

Time will tell.