Today I am somewhat modifying the format of my blog. I started Spur in August of 2008, but even though it’s been nearly seven years, some months with many posts, a few with none, I feel as though the vision has been somewhat blurry. When I started posting, I wrote as if the audience was broad and impersonal like a piece for a magazine. But over the years, it’s become clear that I have a group of faithful core readers — people I know and love. I am grateful to have this hybrid community which is a little bit blogosphere, but mostly flesh and blood. If you are reading this I probably know you personally, or I know a friend of yours personally. I’m grateful for that. I’m not a big online community person — I know that some people really thrive on that, but honestly that’s just not me. Of course that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate when you share, like and favorite. I love that! Please keep it up. In fact, I often tell people when they take the time to tell me they enjoy my writing how much that truly means to me. As a writer, I am destined to remain in a place where no amount of praise is ever enough. I don’t mean that in a “woe is me” way. Writing is just such a vulnerable endeavor that you can never overdose on positive feedback!
So beginning today, I am aiming to make my posts more personal, more like I’m writing a note to you, my friend.
And what’s on my heart this morning is how much we all need spurrers in our lives. Hebrews 10:24 says, “And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.” I don’t know about you but sometimes by bent is not toward love, and not toward good deeds!
There’s a situation in my life right now that pretty much bends me in the exact opposite direction. My frustration over this issue spills out in ugly and unloving ways. My sweet husband is so good about talking me out of my hostility. He is a faithful spurrer, and in fact I’m always sort of amazed that when I do get wound up about something, how masterful he is at unwinding me. Because if you know us, you know that’s something of a role reversal. I’m not usually one who requires unwinding.
And I am blessed to have others who will listen with compassion, but refrain from stoking the fire, who in the end will point me back to love. I don’t know how, other than the grace of God, I’ve been able to cultivate such spurring friendships, but I am so very grateful to have many in my life who spur me on.
Right now I am studying the book of James, which begins with the challenge to consider it joy when you face trails because “the testing of your faith produces perseverance.” Trying to live that today in this minor, but irksome trial. I am choosing joy. I am trusting that this will produce perseverance. Hold me accountable. Spur me on!
Why not explicitly ask a friend to spur you on toward love and good deeds with regard to an ongoing issue or trial in your own life?
How can you spur someone on today?
Joy to YOU,