When blogging seems frivolous

I haven't been able to bring myself to blog this week. I've started several posts. Then walked away.
I just can't do it.

I hear about missing girls in Nigeria. My heart breaks.
I know about pastors falling from ministry. I weep.
Young mothers nursing babies in dirty bathroom stalls. My stomach turns.
Missionaries killed because they refuse to denounce the God they love. I cringe.
Hundreds dying on a sinking ferry while the captain and crew escape. I'm sick.
California wild fires.
Death in mines in Turkey.
Sex trafficking.
Lack of clean water.
Friends diagnosed with cancer.
It goes on and on.

Then I try to think about fashion. Or my favorite things. Or photos from Mother's Day. Or even the monotony of my to-do list. It seems so frivolous. Non important.

That's it. My heart is heavy. I care about people. I care about their future. I care about their eternity. But I'm one person. And I make jewelry. Seems useless. Frivolous.

And then I'm so selfish. I walk into Pier1 and I want. I see things online. I want. Want.
I want a FitBit. I want a new mixer. I want. Selfish. I. Me. I want.

So this week I just need to sit on my thoughts. Pray. Process. Think. Pray more.

My wants need to change. I want to do more. We all need to do more. Get out of my box and put others first. Serve.
Love your neighbor as yourself.
Love more.
Judge less.

Three things will last forever—
faith, hope, and love
—and the greatest of these is love.
I Corninthians 13.13


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