Tag: #BloggingWithPurpose

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Why do you blog?

I blog because I have something to say. Not just to speak—but to express, release, and reflect. Blogging gives me space to get things off my chest, to share what’s on my mind, and to honor the experiences that shaped me. I’m an individual with a story, and I believe stories are meant to be shared.

I love to read because I love to learn. I would listen to an animal if it could tell me about its life. That’s how deep my curiosity runs. Every blog I read is a chance to pause, reflect, and say, “I never looked at it that way.” Those moments—those quiet revelations—are why I keep coming back to the page.

When I write, I’m not just telling my story. I’m inviting you to think about yours. Maybe something I say will remind you of a time you faced a similar situation. Maybe you’ll see how I handled it and think about how you did. That’s the beauty of blogging: it’s not just about me. It’s about us.

We’re all different. Our experiences take us down different streets. And that’s okay.

I love New Balance shoes. I love the way they feel on my feet. But does that mean I should talk down on other gym shoes? No! It just means I prefer what’s comfortable for me. That’s how life works. We learn from each other’s preferences, stories, and truths. We don’t have to agree to grow.

I LOVE meeting someone who is not me. It gives me joy to read about someone else’s life, to walk in their shoes for a moment, and to see the world through their lens. That’s why I blog. That’s why I read. That’s why I listen.

Because learning starts with listening.

If you feel inspired and lead to send Blessings~ Zelle

lacreaselovesthelord@yahoo.com

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What do you enjoy most about writing?

Growing up in a home with both parents, I always felt a deep need to express myself. My mom understood me—she saw the spark behind my endless questions. But my dad? Not so much. He didn’t understand why I asked so many things. To him, it felt like noise. To me, it was the beginning of understanding.

I wasn’t trying to be nosy. I was trying to learn. I wanted to understand why people thought the way they did, why they reacted the way they did, and what shaped their choices. Over time, I realized that every experience a person goes through becomes a lens through which they see the world. That lens influences how they respond, how they love, how they protect, and how they communicate.

Even now, I ask questions—not to pry, but to connect. To understand. To grow.

But when words failed me in conversation, I found another way to speak: writing. Writing became my sanctuary. It gave me a voice when I felt unheard. It gave me clarity when the world felt confusing. And most beautifully, it connected me to others who feel the same way—those who may not write, but who find comfort in reading.

Writing is more than just words on a page. It’s a bridge. A mirror. A healing space.

So to anyone who’s ever felt misunderstood for being curious, for feeling deeply, or for needing to express themselves—know that you’re not alone. There’s power in your voice. And if you ever feel like speaking is too much, try writing. You might just find yourself there.

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