My older sister has a fairly popular blog. A few years ago when she first started posting, my younger sister and I secretly rolled our eyes at what we thought was a kinda lame phase. But as time passed and our nephew Joseph was born (which translated to many blog posts with adorable pictures) I began actually giving Katie’s blog the time of day. For the most part she blogged about fashion and her outfits which didn’t really interest me that much, but she would also occasionally write down some thoughts about her life or life in general, experiences she had, poems or songs she wrote, etc. And I realized how narrow-minded I had been about this whole blog thing, and how cool a creative avenue it really is. I now read almost everything she posts…not just the Joe pics (though they remain my favourites).
Anyway, a few months ago a lovely friend of mine suggested that we both blog this summer as a creative writing/something to fill the time project. She’s big into cooking and I’m big into talking about myself (haha) so I thought it could work. I took a few days to think it over seriously and pray into it and here I am.
So. Here are my thoughts about this blog. It is starting as a summer creative outlet, but if things go well and I enjoy doing it I’ll continue into the school year in September. I have absolutely no allusions that it will be read by anyone (I might not even tell my family about it) but it would certainly be really cool if someone did. I plan to blog mostly about the world of literature and English education as they are two things I am very passionate about. However, I will probably also occasionally write about something that’s on my mind/happening in my life. Because I’m a rebel like that. So here we go…
A Note On My Blog Title, or, The Part Where Rachel Gets Sentimental and Deep and Stuff:
I am notoriously bad at coming up with cool names for stuff. I always go either too sarcastic or too mushy/sentimental. So coming up with a name for this thing was way harder than writing any of the posts will no doubt be. And I may change it over time, who knows…if I can come up with something better.
The story behind where A Soft, Strong Heart is from comes back to my Mom (as important things often do). Flashback to my 15 year old self travelling to Ottawa (Canada’s capital city) for a week to take part in a really cool program where teenagers all over Canada get together to learn a little about the best country in the world. My week was themed Vimy Ridge. For those who did not traverse through the Canadian educational system, Vimy Ridge was a really important WWI battle for Canada because our soldiers were able to capture and hold the Ridge when no other Allied country could manage it. In popular thought, it’s considered the moment Canada really became our own nation autonomous in our identity from Britain or America.
Anyway, back to my story. Part of the week involved a trip to the National Archives of Canada to handle and read the original enlistment papers for soldiers who fought at Vimy. As my group went through our soldier’s letters home, enlistment papers, etc., I noticed a reporter from the CBC (Canada’s major broadcasting corporation) filming around the room. Then, a group member started reading a letter which provided the news of our soldier’s death to his mother. I lost it. Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you I’m a weeper. I started crying right there in front of everyone and all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I see a camera lens getting closer and closer. To cut a long story short (too late, I know) I ended up being featured in a 4 minute segment on the national evening news, much of which I spent crying.
When I got home, I remember talking to my Mom about what had happened and how embarrassed I was at being portrayed all over the country as this weepy teenager. And my Mom said something to me that I treasure to this day. She told me that God had given me a soft heart full of compassion and that he would use it to make a difference in the lives of suffering people. Now I can often be sarcastic and even a little judgy (see first paragraph) but I’m working on translating that into a more positive format. Ultimately, I want to use my sentimental, weepy, cries-on-national-television heart to help people. But at the same time, I also want a strong and courageous heart, a heart that’s not afraid of struggle or pain but that pushes through for something better. A heart with high standards, that reaches out to the lost without compromising what it stands for. A heart like a man who died on a cross two thousand years ago to save me.
So that’s a little about me and what I want to do with this blog. If there’s anyone who’s actually read this far in, congratulations and as a favourite high school teacher of mine used to say, ‘May the moonbeams of a thousand midnights shine upon your toaster’
…don’t worry, I don’t get it either.