a simple pilgrimage

 

Fun fact: I’ve had a blog for right around 12 years now, or in other words almost half of my life. I’m not sure if that makes me an anomaly or just a really excellent example of a millennial, but in any case 13-year-old me thought that it would be a great idea to write [online…publicly…] about my 13-year-old life, and now here we are! (It’s no use going back in the archives to find those 13-year-old writings. Thankfully they no longer exist in any publicly accessible form.)

While there have been seasons of lots of writing and seasons of prolonged silence, I must say I’m thankful for this small corner of the internet and the space to fill it with words. There’s nothing particularly groundbreaking or exceptional here, and to my knowledge not many readers…but there’s something to be said for writing, isn’t there? To write about life (the heart things and the hard things, the mundane things and the beautiful things) is an exercise in truly seeing, and sets the stage for not only remembering but growing as well.

Simple Pilgrim, the phrase I put at the top of this blog, is a little descriptor of my identity that I took from Psalm 84. It goes like this:

Blessed are those whose strength is in you, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baka, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools. They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion. (Psalm 84:5-7)

I love those words. It’s a passage that a dear neighbor scribbled on a piece of paper, taped to a cup of coffee, and delivered to my house in Uganda during a difficult time of transition and loss, but the words remain relevant as my season of life continues to change. Because it’s a pilgrimage after all, this life of mine—my heart is on “a journey to a holy place.”

So I write as a simple pilgrim. My heart-pilgrimage has taken me to Uganda and back again, through meeting and marrying my sweet husband, being a wife in youth ministry, from nannying to homemaking, creating for Etsy and growing a baby for 41 weeks, to  sleepless nights of parenting a newborn and all the joys that go along with it—and the journey continues. I want to keep writing about all of it…writing so that I can remember, remembering so that I can keep growing.

I would so love for you to join me on this pilgrimage, whether just reading, or interacting in the comments and in person. Our God crafts beautiful stories, and as I share pieces of mine it would be a privilege to hear yours as well! Care to join in? Enter your email to subscribe to my posts, and chime in whenever something catches your interest. I would love to hear from you!

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  1. Hi Beth!! Happy blogging anniversary! The Johnson family have been faithful readers of your blog, even if we haven’t been faithful commentators. 🙂
    We miss you and your family, it’s been such a loooooong time!!!
    Thank you for posting updates and pictures; your thoughts are very meaningful to me! Love you and your clan!

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