“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11
No, I’m not dead. I’m very much still here, actually.
I’m still dancing, and that’s not going too bad for me.
I’m still studying health science in my spare time for fun, still exercising and dieting, and still dating the same wonderful woman I have been for what will be coming up to two years now. If I count all those things, I should be feeling blessed. I should be feeling like I’m more than content, but happy, and not needing of assistance from people.
But in all reality, I’m actually struggling.
Now I know, in the vast blogging world, 100 followers isn’t really that much. But all along, through the ups and downs of writing and figuring out this whole “publishing your own content on the Interwebz” thing, I would always set little goals for myself. Little things like, get at least two comments on a post; get 5 likes; test shorter form writing vs. long form, stuff like that. And as I continued to prod along–even as life like it is right now is kind of crazy–I would always dismiss the amount of people who actually read my work and *GASP* liked it.
I said to myself, “If I every make it to 100 followers, that is a clear sign that I need to continue writing. If somehow 100 people even remotely like my writing, then…God should keep me accountable in moving forward with writing.”
And now, here we all are together, at 100.
So from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for sticking around and reading. Old readers and new alike, your even paying attention to my writing means the world to me.
As I fight my own fights outside of writing (aka my life, haha), and go through spurts of little to no content production, my Bboy career’s peaks and valleys, and of course, employment and whatnot, it warms my heart knowing this here has, by God’s grace, actually become something worth being proud of.
So thank you, to every one of you, for giving me hope. For encouraging me, even ever so silently, to continue pursuing what God has called me to pursue.
Let’s get to 500, shall we? Why not.
Written by: Michael “Bboy Roach1” Roach
“8Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.” –Isaiah 64:8
Think back to when you were in grade school, and you were playing with Play-Doh, or putty. Back then, it was an adventure—what could you make out of this random, extraordinary substance? Anything you could possibly imagine, right? The scope of what you could create was limited only by your childlike imagination, and as a kid, that’s a really wide scope! So you set to work and put your hands deep into it; you spent what seemed like immeasurable time trying to painstakingly make the perfect elephant, or the greatest spaceship you could think of.
You knew when everything was said and done, and you showed the finished product to your friends, parents and teachers, that it was going to be amazing—the best thing you’ve ever made.
Guess what? That’s how God imagines you, too.
Today, when you put your whole faith in Him, keep this in mind: not only is it just a painstaking process for you to be crafted as clay by the ultimate potter, but it’s the potter’s sheer and utter joy to make you into what you will be! He delights in using his vast imagination—and that’s a whole lot of imagination beyond us, because Dad’s omniscient—and is excited, just as you were, to see the end result! God is absolutely pumped to be working on you, the clay, and He, the potter, because you are an amazing creation, and are being lovingly and joyously shaped for His purposes.
Rejoice in the process of being yet still an unfinished piece of pottery. There’s a whole lot of excitement and love going into this process of making you…you.
Written by: Michael “Bboy Roach1” Roach
Sorry for the long time, no blog everyone! I’ve been extremely busy lately—and a tad stressed as usual—but God is getting me through it, and is doing some great work with His Spirit in my life.
Recently, I traveled to Nashville, Tennessee for a B-boy battle, and throughout the cyphering (time when breakers just get down and exchange the dance with each other) I felt…happy. Not happy simply because I was dancing—no, happy because I felt a greater sense of purpose in every movement I was making.
What’s up? I’ve been noticing some things have been changing lately.
Am I right? Things seem to be heading in a different direction for you—slowly, sure, but they are. You feel happier, even if it’s a tad. There are some positives that you’re taking away in your day-to-day activities. You’re finding more excuses to smile every once and a while. Heck, sometimes nothing extraordinary happens and you just look up to the sky and say, “Thanks, Jesus.” That’s great.
I want you to know I’ve been noticing, and I couldn’t be more proud of you. Really, I know, sometimes we don’t say that enough in our lives—that we’re legitimately proud of someone. Let alone that someone being you. But I am. We all are.
You’ve remained trusting. You’ve never given up on the goals that were laid out before you. You’ve soldiered on even when things were darkest and most bleak. When people said negative crap about you, you dared to say, “I love you, too”. Not only that, but you’ve grown more humble; you’ve gotten on your knees more, opened up more, cried out more, and been wholly content when everything was not-so-optimal. That takes a lot of heart, and a lot of faith.
Even with all the scars, they’re healing, and you’re finding ways to smile. That’s so admirable in its’ own right, because quite frankly the rest of us struggle with that.
God’s given you these blessings; these happy moments; these small blueberry slices of life. Because you’re not getting too haughty and you’re well aware of where and why they come. And that’s why we’re so proud. And I’m so proud. Because you’re truly letting transformation happen—growing and learning as the process exercises itself.
So keep on keeping on! Stay low to the ground to get as high as the sky. You’ve got a lot, a lot more work to do.
I’m proud of you for where you’ve been and where you’re going.
We all are.