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What I Want to Do is Write

"I don’t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don’t do it" (Romans 7:15, NLT).

It was with great dismay that I discovered, a few days ago, that I only wrote two blog entries for all of 2015. Like the apostle Paul, I don't understand myself. I want to write--intend to write--yearn to write. And yet . . . I fail to write. 

I suppose this is often the hallmark of the human condition: to desire, but not to do. 

And so, like many others, I start on this first day of the new year with new resolve. I know that statistics suggest New Year's resolutions are kept less than 10% of the time; nevertheless, I enter this new enterprise with great hope. After all, one year ago I saw two friends make similar writing resolutions and keep them, without fail. Jonelle wrote a blog entry each month of 2015, and Paula wrote one every week. They set their goals with courage and determination, and they completed these tasks with wisdom and beauty. I will attempt to follow their fine example.

  • I will write at least three blog entries per month. 
  • Using the name of my blog as my inspiration, I will aim for one entry about singing, one about running, and one about teaching. 

What I want to do is write.


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