fragrantdevotion

I’m sure many of you are like me.  You’ve thought about writing, about joining the world of bloggers, but thinking seems to be about as far as you get.  I’ve had fits and starts but every time  I open my laptop to get going something seems to get in the way – writer’s block, exhaustion, my big fat furry cat Fuzz…

But mostly what has been in the way I think is the idea that I had to give all sorts of background about who I am and why I’m blogging, and the thought of doing that is overwhelming for a newbie, inexperienced writer like me.  Then I realized it’s okay to start with today and to fill in the history as I go along and as it naturally fits in.  So ready or not world, I’m a blogger.

I still have a bunch of setup to do.  My business website is in WordPress but someone with much more serious technie skills than me set that all up.  So please bear with me as I figure out how to get all the features up and running. 

For now I will just say this: I am someone who doesn’t do superficial conversation very well, at least, not beyond a certain point.  All my conversations eventually (and usually quickly) turn to meaning of life sort of stuff, which is what I’m here to talk about.  This natural tendency for “deep” conversation doesn’t make me the life of the party, but it does seem to make me a good friend and the kind of person folks come to depend on. 

For a long time that kind of bothered me.  I’m not the first one picked for the team, not the one everyone clamors to be friends with, not the one people brag that they know, but I’m also not the last one picked for the team and I have lots of good friends – the high caliber kind, so I’m learning to be okay with my somewhat serious approach to life.

I’m going to talk a lot about God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit because they are the focus of and measure for my life.  Over time I will tell the story of how I went from someone who loved God but cringed at the mention of the “J” word, to someone who is passionately, hopelessly in love with Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit and Papa God.  It is this story that has been on my heart to share because I know someone out there is desperately needing to hear it.  It’s not really my story though, it’s God’s, and I will always do my best to remind you of that.  I would never want anyone to think I could have done what was done of my own devices or from my own efforts.  As I tell the story that point should be clear: the best I could do brought my life crashing down around me, and that is when I finally recognized that the face of love that I had seen alongside me all my life was that of Jesus.  And (not to sound overly dramatic) that He had come all the way to hell to lead me home.

I’ll close this first post with the scripture that inspired the name of my blog.  I definitely have a Martha style, but my prayer is that this little writing adventure will be an expression of my ardent Mary heart.

Jhn 12:3  Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.

Alana