Well, it has happened. I do not exist according to Mark Zuckerberg, I barely know that "insta" stands for instagram, and I may or may not refuse to pay for a smartphone, but I am officially a blogger. How did I get here....
I was cleaning my room out the other day and found a whole stack of expired coupons, saved receipts my mom makes me keep but I never do anything with, and a whole collection of to-do lists which had fallen off my desk. Hmm...so that's why I forgot to exercise every day, read two classic books a week and finish my Bible Reading plan in 4 months.
Anyways, then I pulled a box out of my bookshelf. As I spilled its contents out onto my bed, I found hundreds of scraps of paper of my own jotted notes or prayers, printed sheets of paper, a few newspaper articles, and pages ripped out from some notebook somewhere. The box also contained my Bible from highschool, a few random journals (always ambitiously created, never faithfully completed), and my Vision Quest Expectations sheets and sermon notes. For the record, He is most certainly "him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think!" (Eph. 3:20). As I opened each folded paper, I unleashed a flood of memories. These words--whether read and enthusiastically marked or written by my own hands--represent my growth in spiritual maturity since coming to Knoxville and getting involved with Vols4Christ and Cornerstone Church. These words are the products of taking notes in meaningful sermons, wrestling through issues such as predestination and gender roles, and printing off random articles on the topic I was dwelling on. While looking through everything, I was served by re-reading some legit articles, I was encouraged by finding some of my prayers I feel the Lord has since answered, and I was not surprised to find cries for help in the midst of the same temptations and tendencies with which I still struggle. Just in case you were wondering where I had been hiding it, I also found my lengthy Pro's and Con's list which convinced me to give up my Facebook. Phew...the world has been waiting.
I don't ever want to forget this.
I believe God intimately knows me, and specifically created me, Megan Gentry, to know him by loving him with all of my mind. I think my soul (being) comes out of my mind, and my heart (emotions) will follow. I never want to forget the many special epiphanies, as well as my downcast moments, which ultimately lead me to my Savior or bring me to my knees. I want to recount the Lord's work in my life! I could start (another) journal and promise to write in it every night (I'd even put it in my daily to-do list!), but I like the idea of having my ideas (theoretically) readable to the world. I'm not afraid to proclaim! I aim to be honest, transparent, and go as deeply as possible. This way I'm forced (theoretically) to not sound so whiny and obnoxious like I do in journal entries. So, world, you have the rights to read my most profound thoughts and wonderings. So, Zuckerberg, I exist. Suck it I'm still not joining your conspiracy.
