If you have been in our world for the last few months, you know that Piper (our daughter) has struggled with potty training. Number 1 was no problem. She would pee-pee like a champ! Number 2? Well, that was a different story.
Flattery, cajoling, threatening, bribery, punishment, guilt, and persuasion all failed. Many words and tears were spent (from Mommy and Daddy) trying to communicate the need and desire to make this happen. Many words and tears were spent (from Piper) explaining that pooping was the reason God made pull-ups and who were we to question God?
But then, like in the biblical accounts of old, the heavens opened, the heavenly choir sang, and the answer presented itself…
The Potty Dance.
Piper suddenly decided pooping in the potty was acceptable if – and ONLY if – we could all do the Potty Dance in her room afterwards. Sara asked, “what’s the potty dance?” Piper looked at her with a serious face and answered, “It doesn’t matter. You just dance.”
So dance we did. Silently (to not wake up her napping brother) we danced the Potty Dance – 30-45 seconds of uninterrupted joy in the form of movement bouncing around Piper’s bright pink room. As we stopped, Piper beamed up at us and said, “Good Potty Dance, Mommy and Daddy!”
I hope Piper never loses the joy I see in her potty dance. I hope I never forget the fun of dancing with her in her bright pink room. Long live the Potty Dance!
So I may not have much authority in my own self, sure. I may not have much authority in the eyes of the world or even the Church, particularly the dwellers of The Table. I may not have authority of rhetoric or debate, arguments or prose, PhDs piled behind my name alongside womens’ studies or biblical literature notations. Even if I get slammed by critics, even if I’m wrong, even if, even worse, no one reads it ever, even if: I want to be faithful. I want to be faithful to the work God has given me to do.
Yes! Even if I get slammed. Even if I am wrong. These are the kinds of words that help me be bold. I have held back from writing for so long because I don’t want to face criticism and I don’t want to be wrong. No longer.
So I've spent a couple of years thinking about blogs. I read them everyday and I love them. I have friends who blog religiously (mostly about religion actually), but I've always held back for one simple reason. I'm a perfectionist. If I can't do it perfectly the first time I try, I give up.
Not anymore. I'm trying to use one word for 2013 as a theme. A bunch of people I read have done this, so I've spent some time thinking about my word. My word is bold. Bold. Bold enough to make mistakes. Bold enough to be wrong. Bold enough to try.
Do I know what it entails? Nope. Do I have a clue what this means? No. Does this bother me? Significantly. For too long, though, I've never even tried. Is time to try. And fail. And hopefully, grow.
I don't know what this blog will become, but right now I'm being bold and putting it and myself out there.
Welcome to my blog.