I came across the blog of an old high school friend last week, the premise of which is the fact that she lives “a life less ordinary”. Immediately, my blood pressure rose.
‘Who are you calling ordinary?’, I defended. As I scrolled through her pictures of New York’s fashion week, I looked up from my laptop to the baby toys strewn about on my rug and the pile of laundered cloth diapers I needed to put away because it was nap time and if I didn’t do it now…
‘Hers must be a neat life,’ I thought.
I tried to put it out of mind. I decided that we, once English and French classmates, had simply chosen dramatically different paths in life. I would not trade scattered toys or un-finished laundry and the sweet baby cheeks that come with them for all the Michael Kors backstage passes in the whole entire world.
I decided to be happy for each of us in the completely separate lives that we lead.
But then I got to the ‘about’ section of the blog, which included a description of the present blogging world as mostly “dull diaries… of the uninspired” and went on to say that this writer wants her blog to be used, instead as a “source of inspiration and enlightenment”.
[Someone hold me back.]
You listen, and you listen clear:
There is no place that has taught me to find sources of inspiration and enlightenment in the dull daily activities of life more than the blogging community.
Have you met her? Her name is Heather and she inspires me with her honesty about the big things God is doing in her life. She is public about her brokenness and the fact that she cannot do this on her own.
Have you read this? This is a site for the stories of abuse survivors. This site gives them a voice and the stories, though heart wrenching and painful, are clear examples of beauty rising from ashes.
Do you know about her story? She recounts her beautiful birth, what it was like to look at her baby for the first time, and the feeling of numbness followed as she realized her perfect baby had Downs Syndrome. More importantly, she tells the inspiring story of the deep, deep love of a mother.
Or this miracle? She survived a loss and a pain I simply cannot imagine, and God has kept His promise of faithfulness to her. She writes about it beautifully.
No words short of inspiring and enlightening describe these women and their stories. It is clear to me that someone who would assume that the blogosphere is filled nothing more than the ramblings of mere housewives has not looked very close at all.
These women are thinkers. They are closet theologians. They truly live and they do not need to be part of a runway show to do it. They inspire me daily to do things, though they may seem dull, in a way that is less ordinary because it is more intentional. I have learned from them to pray for my son and husband as I fold their respective laundry. I have been reminded that God is in everything. I have been encouraged by the purpose with which they live and think.
Gosh, I love these women.
Blogging is the only medium I have seen that can breathe thoughts of the divine seamlessly into a commentary on temper tantrums.
And I say that takes more talent than being inspired by the extravagant lifestyles of the rich and famous.