A few weeks ago I was approached by Liz Roeder asking if I would be willing to write regularly for the Strengthening Women blog. I gave a pretty enthusiastic yes – I love writing and I’ve gotten out of the habit of doing it regularly. If only I had stopped there….
Everyone has something that they are good at, something that they enjoy doing. Maybe you’re a great cook and people take every opportunity to come to your house and eat food. Maybe you have a beautiful voice and no one wants to sing in the car in front of you because their voice suddenly sounds especially off key. I like writing. And even though I’m no where close to being “awesome” at it, I’m pretty good at it. I’m also pretty opinionated so writing tends to be a good outlet for me. So when Liz asked me to write for the blog, I said, “yes, I can write all the time! I’m happy to do twice a month! I don’t need a lot of lead time, I always have something to write about! It doesn’t take me very long to come up with something!”
Of course, whenever pride is involved, the inevitable fall follows close on its heels. I immediately got really busy and forgot about it. Well done, Nichole. Then, when Liz sent me an email asking me (very kindly, I might add) where my posts were (you remember, the ones I was so good at and so fast at!) and I realized I had already missed like the first three deadlines, I panicked. My mind was completely blank. I had absolutely no ideas.
And because I’m me, I immediately made it worse. I didn’t respond to the email. How do you tell someone, “Oh hey, sorry I forgot about that. And I know I’m really behind but….I have nothing to say. Sorry.” As I’m typing this right now, I still haven’t responded. I guess I figure that when I respond with an apology I can at least deliver this at the same time.
So here is my first post for you all. Lord willing, it won’t be my last, although I wouldn’t blame them if they rescinded their offer. And even though I hate the way it came about, I’m actually not too upset that my first contribution is in the form of confession of sin. Because, I am a sinner and I sin a lot. Not usually in a flashy, dramatic way but almost always in a dumb, easily avoided way and very often with my tongue. Verses like James 3:5-6 feel as though they were written especially with me in mind:
“So also the tongue is a small part of the body, and yet it boasts of great things. See how great a forest is set aflame by such a small fire! And the tongue is a fire, the very world of iniquity; the tongue is set among our members as that which defiles the entire body, and sets on fire the course of our life, and is set on fire by hell.”
But the good news is that as great as my sin is, my Savior’s grace is greater. I stand before my Lord as a forgiven daughter, covered in the perfect Son’s righteousness, beloved of the Living God. So I confess my pride to my Father and I confess my pride to you and I continue to press on in the good race called life, forgetting what lies behind and fixing my eyes on the prize of eternal life given to all who finish.