When Pigs Fly – My Blog’s 1st Year Anniversary!

Do you know pigs can actually fly?  I saw them today. Alaskan piglets running around a track, flying over the hurdles put in their path, on the way to a reward of Oreo cookies. I would fly for Oreo cookies too, wouldn’t you? I was at the Alameda County Fair in Pleasanton on my annual summer adventure.  As I walked through the gardens designed by creative flower types, I realized it was one year ago I started writing my blog.

One year, already?  Wow, who would have thought I would become a writer in that time?  Or have a weekly blog?  Or readers like you who faithfully log on each week to read my latest post?  It got me thinking of the journey it has been, a winding road of ups (845 viewers in one day) and downs (my blog crashing), of giving God the glory and leading others to Him.

It started out slow, with articles I wrote for my writers group, picked up speed around the holidays with miracle stories (always popular) and my art, went into a straightaway of evangelical posts that dealt with deep personal issues such as abortion and sexual abuse and finished the year with stories about a writers life.  I discovered  statistics along the way, praising God for the average 100 viewers a day and 6000 views a month that only He could bring.

I got a good chuckle over my two most popular posts:

#1 The Counterattack, the Devil Strikes Back (not surprising given our society’s fascination with the occult, but I don’t like giving the devil press)

#2 When You Are So Mad You Could Spit! (not very professional title Miriam, but hey I was mad when I wrote it, and if you can’t write such a post on your own blog, where else can you?)

Wanting to continue the journey in the year ahead, I would like to dedicate this post to YOU, MY READERS. Will you continue reading and celebrate with me? (Throw some confetti or something, or better yet leave me a reply wishing me Mazel Tov, congratulations in Hebrew!))

Writing is a lonely job, but you have kept me encouraged with your replies and enthusiasm and knowing somehow I am touching your heart.I have lots of laughs over myself and my writing, watching it improve over the year. I now have more boldness. A style of my own.

You have brought me much joy.  I LOVE blogging and being inspired by God to write each and every post for you.  It has become a ministry to me, a new mission field, where I can lead you in prayer for your deepest need, a relationship with God and His healing touch.  It is a blessing to be able to write, a gift from above, one I am eternally grateful for.  So thank you.

To bless you I would like to share a typical day at a County Fair here in the United States  for my readers all over the world who have never experienced one.  I suspect you have something similar, but enjoy my slice of American life!

Fresh Marionberry Pie..YUM

Alaskan Pigs Flying

 

Winning Quilt at Quilt Show

 

Art at the Art Show by local artists like me! To see my art click 'my art' aboev.

 

Corn Dog (Hot dog on a stick with cornbread -an American Classic)

 

Ferris Wheel Ride - My favorite

The part I love most about blogging is taking pictures, wondering what my readers would like to see and capturing those priceless moments for you.  Do you enjoy them too? Leave me a reply and let me know!

For my anniversary, will you share my blog with your friends and help me increase my readership?  click LIKE TWEET PINTEREST or GOOGLE

To see my art, click on ‘my art‘ above or www.giftsofhisglory.com


One thought on “When Pigs Fly – My Blog’s 1st Year Anniversary!

  1. Hi – newbie follower here. I really enjoyed your post. In San Diego, where I live, the annual “San Diego County Fair” (fna Del Mar Fair) is in full swing. I don’t make it every year, and probably won’t this year. My husband and 17 y/o son are on a mission trip with a church team and I’d rather not go to the fair alone. Therefore, I really enjoyed reading and seeing your Alameda County fair – love, love the flying pigs. Adorable!

    Happy Anniversary! (Confetti flying everywhere!!)

    Sandi C
    p.s. I’m glad I don’t have to clean up the confetti.

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