Well, this is very interesting.
A few days ago, I wrote a blog post to publish today.
I had thought it was a good one, too. This one was without some sort of a structure as most of my other posts are. It was written quite spontaneously, and for that reason, I thought it would be a breath of fresh air to a blog that has the potential to fall into a drowsy routine.
But it’s gone. Here I am, staring at a blank document, wondering what happened to that draft and if there’s some place that I’ve forgotten to look. I’m also recalling a certain blog post that I read and reblogged during my hiatus: Don’t Forget to Keep Your Sacred by Belle at her blog Seeing Everything Else.
The post I lost was based on a special experience. When I wrote it, the words were fresh and genuine. If I tried to rewrite it now, that same post would fail miserably to convey the beauty of the experience; the beauty – I believe – of what God did.
This reminds me of a certain truth: I don’t learn lessons properly except for the hard way.
What I mean is this: in Belle’s blog post, Don’t Forget to Keep Your Sacred, she talks about guarding those experiences that God gives us to be enjoyed between Him and us alone.
Perhaps this is a new idea for you. It was for me. I thought that of course we should share the good things God does for us – shout it from the metaphorical rooftops if He so gives us the courage. But the above blog post made me consider that perhaps God intends certain things to be held dear between us and Him. Maybe that’s what it meant when Mary “treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart” (Luke 2, see verse 19).
This may just be one of those occasions where – as the wise man said – “there is a time for everything” (Ecclesiastes 3:1).
Belle’s blog post really resounded with me. In reading it, I felt as though I had stumbled across a precious, biblical truth – or more accurately, that God had lead me there. I thought that I had undergone a whole mindset shift.
That was the easy way of learning. This is the hard way:
A few days ago, I experienced something that touched me deeply; I’ve mentioned it already. Instead of telling God how good He was, my instinct was to relay it to WordPress and then publish it for the world to read. Whether or not this instinct was the very reason God allowed a “good” post to be lost, I can only speculate. But one thing’s for sure: Belle’s blog post was inspiring, but I truly learned (hopefully) the hard way.
I see this to be true in at least one other area of my life.
I’ve been living by myself (apart from my family) for almost two weeks. It’s a temporary housesitting arrangement, but a huge learning curve nonetheless.
How constantly and faithfully did my parents teach me to thank God for my food while I lived with them? Yet here I am now with more of a part in providing my own food than ever before. I’m learning on a new level what they taught me all along.
It’s through the practical experience that I learn the lesson more fully than ever did I learn it when someone told me.
This has been a bit of a different post than usual. Thank you for reading until the end, even something so last-minute and poorly organized.
I hope you know I’d always love to hear your thoughts
- What lessons were you taught, but still had to then learn the hard way?
- What value is it of, then, to listen to what others teach (or to be the one teaching)?
- What do you think about the idea of keeping some things between you and God?