This marks the end of this 30-week plus kind of an experiment. It started off with an inspiration and I wasn’t sure if I really did have a profound insight or not. So I started the experiment to see if it would be and could be.
I’m glad that I did finish. When I started, I wanted to pray blog 30 weeks in a row, once a week. I didn’t keep up that pace. But what I did do, eventually, is to type out 30 blog posts. This is number 30.
Summertime. I write this on the last weekend of July 2018. Summer of 2018 is coming to a close in a few more weeks.
This prayer blog experience and experiment is also coming to a close with one more blog post in the queue. I might squeeze in another, but I haven’t shown much consistency since the experiment has gone on longer than I had first anticipated. For those of you keeping score at home, this was initially going to be a 30-week prayer blog experiment. Well, we are now on week #50 or so. Remember to give grace to myself.
Someone said to me that typing and writing uses different parts of the brain. Tonight I took a stylus and wrote. And drew a bit too.
These words surfaced as I thought of the people around me, especially friends and family. What could I say, or in this case, write, as words of hoping and wishing the best, and better, for each and every one. An expression of prayer art, my word art offered up as a cry and plea.
This month of June rolls by unlike any other. Not just because of this time year or the cloudier days that the locals in SoCal call June gloom.
This month gave me a very unique opportunity to work on a side project called Erasing Shame about Mental Health. Very grateful to work on this special series of videos that captures interviews and stories of Asian Americans who have struggled through life issues; grateful for their humility and courage to share their stories, potentially with the world, and for many of them, for the first time.
Watched a video of Bishop Michael Curry at last weekend’s Royal Wedding. I didn’t get to watch it live. I did not read up on all the news leading up to the wedding or the post-wedding analysis. That’s okay.
And, oh how stirring that sermon was! He called for people to imagine a world that was different because of love.
Thanks to the internet, I found the whole sermon transcript; I’m thinking of this portion:
