For Rose Caillier, blogging is more than sharing healthy recipes and parenting tips – it’s about faith.
The Penfield, NY, podiatrist-turned-stay-at-home-mom doles out advice on everything from choosing the right shoes for your toddler to teaching kids about tithing and treating people with respect, even when those people are your enemies.
“My friends love it,” Caillier says as her 3-year-old daughter settles in to sleep for the night. “I think they appreciate it because it’s something they usually don’t see.”
And her blog, wisdomformom.com, opens doors for one-on-one discussions about faith.
“It’s like a balloon you release with a message inside it,” she says. “You never know whose yard it’s going to land in.”
I like that imagery, the idea of sharing what you believe is sacred and letting it take root wherever it lands. For years I wanted to plant my religious ideas in very specific places – flowerbeds that I thought looked a little overgrown and out of control.
I assumed I knew where the seeds of my faith needed to go, without pausing to ask God for much direction. Now, I assume I know very little.
“The blog is a great way to start other people thinking,” says Caillier, who began her site about two years ago. She’d research things for her own daughter (What are the best and worst fast food meals for kids?) and then share what she found with others. “I have seen it grow and now I have almost a sense of responsibility to post.”
It’s not always easy to open your heart and share personal experiences, but Caillier has it right. It is our responsibility to reach out to others and offer encouragement and wisdom, regardless of our platform.
She does that best in a post about a Sansevieria plant that sat on a friend’s kitchen windowsill during Hurricane Katrina. The floodwaters came. Neighborhoods were leveled. Palm trees were ripped from their roots. Yet, the plant remained.
“Every time I see it, I am reminded that sometimes in order to get through life’s challenges, all that is needed is to just keep still,” Caillier writes.
Now that’s something I’d welcome to take root in my yard.