For the past week or so I've been studying the life of Elisha. In 2 Kings 6:1-7 we read of when Elisha made an axe head float. God cared enough about such a small thing as an axe head that he helped the man find it. This is a ridiculous story because we all know that axe heads don't float. The story reminded me that God cares about the small things that we lose. It says that God can help me find what I lost by going back to where it fell. It says I may need to stop doing something and start doing something else.

That's what the last week has been about. My writing and focus got off track when I became more of a consumer than a producer, and when I did produce, it was mostly garbage. I'm sure my writing style has changed three or four times in the past four months. It changed with who, or what, I was reading. As I read the words of other bloggers, with their words, I realized I was becoming their disciple. My writing would begin to take on another voice, one I could not distinguish from my own.

It's funny really. I joined an online group of writers, of bloggers, of people building their platform and developing their tribe, and—as my wife lovingly pointed out—we all sound the same. She was right. There isn't really a unique voice in those groups even though God has created each of us to be unique.

The dilemma lies in the fact that most of my blog traffic is driven by those groups, so would leaving the groups help? No. Staying grounded in real relationships with real people would help. Knowing that there is more to be said to my wife than to an online group of people; realizing that my kids are pretty great and can have real conversations.

As I thought on all of this I was instantly reminded of Martin Smith's "Back To The Start," whose lyrics state: "Back to the start / where You found me / I give you my heart again / I'm all I can bring / I'm coming home again."

There is a song for every moment. Sometimes it's an old song that you've sung or heard a thousand times, and sometimes, it's a brand new song speaking to that exact point in your life.

To find the axe head that I have lost, I need to go back to the start. So simple to think about, yet so hard to put into practice.