I think it right, as long as I am in this body, to stir you up by way of reminder, since I know that the putting off of my body will be soon... -2 Peter 1:13 & 14a, ESV
In the beginning, My Life in You was created as a virtual memory bank. The blog started as hastily-thrown journal. Each entry contained weird symbols and deep insatisfactions, but in time, those details I forgot suddenly returned. Everything fell into place, like a guitar strum that assailed my brain. I never found those consistent words, but the hum impelled me. Maybe I was bored, tired, and frustrated. Maybe I was divinely inspired. But I knew how the chorus would end: “This is my life, my life in You…”
Those memories transformed into a séance. All the memories kept floating back to me: hot, sticky and sweaty summer nights, spine-tingling winters, venial sins and bad hair days. Words spontaneously flourished. They became my revelation: I could write, and I wanted to write. Google searches brought me to explore the raucous world of works, words and the Word. I learned to place my eager and inexperienced hands in the arms of my Maker…and Blogger. Each and every one of them submerged into a sea of commas, periods and semicolons on a broken Internet Highway. I conjectured that my words were lifeless-and yet, they kept spawning a life on their own. Of course I wanted people to read them and make a name for myself! (Who wouldn’t in these fading days?) But that wasn’t the true aim: I only wanted to write and let God do all the rest.
My Life in You has been part of my memories inception. Every word has its share of history- some make me feel awkward, while others cut in painful spears. Even a few unveil too much, inform too little, or bemoan too extensively. This blog has been my offering to the world, complete with side-scrolling, templates, and random musings and Internet netiquette. It is all an offering, and offering to God. And as an offering, it must be constantly renewed.
For this reason, I entrusted myself with the ubiquitous challenge of transforming the My Life in You blog. This project went far beyond keeping me busy for the holidays, as I had to punch some keystrokes, pull some numbers, make simple logos on Paint and Inkscape and make myself active on the social networks. This project forced me to be creative and stay at obscenely late hours, racing myself against time, diligence, my wit, and the never-ending stream of ideas that constantly flashed in my face. Not even the late-night pantry raids stopped me from making the cradle of brand new memories, from making this blog nothing shorter than glorious.
It is a brand new day. It is a totally, spectacularly, and amazingly brand new day. It’s a glorious, brand new day. It’s a new day for me to testify of God’s own memories. And it’s a new day to gaze into memories past and see God’s memories turned into mine. Because I know it’s time for a glorious day, for a brand new glorious change.
Now is definitely my chance.