I’ve always loved words. I was the girl who got an adrenaline rush when the teacher said the words “free write.” Remember that nerd in elementary school who actually enjoyed learning vocabulary words? Yeah, that was me. Writing was my thing. It was my outlet. It was one of the few things I was confident in. I actually remember staying up late frantically tapping the keys of my mother’s desktop computer until I finished the story I was writing. Sometimes it was a fiction story. Other times, it was a poem or movie script. Sometimes it was a knock-off Taylor Swift song about a boy I had a crush on that I embarrassedly performed in the spring musical. True story. Just ask anyone who went to Irmo Middle School in 2011. Anyways, the point is I’ve always loved writing and it’s a pretty big part of who I am.
I’ve always felt like I have a story to tell. An urgency to express not how I feel, but what I believe is true. Words carry a lot of weight for me. Not just because my love language is words of aff, (tied with quality time if we want to get specific) but because I believe in the power words have to inspire, encourage, and give life. I’ve also seen how words can do the opposite. When used recklessly, words can damage relationships, destroy self-worth, and tarnish reputations.
But I want to use my words for good.
A couple years ago, the Lord started stirring in my heart a desire to start a blog. I’ve always been a little hesitant because 1) I don’t feel like I fit the mold for what one would call a “blogger girl” and 2) as I’ve mentioned before, failure terrifies me. I didn’t want to give off the impression that I have it all together and write about how everyone should exercise thirty minutes a day, eat clean, and wear clothes only from boutiques. Because I’ll tell you right now, that’s just not me. I do not have it together, I can’t promise you that I exercise thirty minutes a day and I’m a lot more chicken tender than I am avocado toast. I was afraid of looking like Cady Heron when she showed up to the party in a zombie bride costume when everyone else was dressed cute. Missing the memo. Sticking out like a sore thumb, if you will.
On top of that, I didn’t want this thing to flop. Nothing scares me more than failing. I really hate the thought of putting my dreams and goals out there for everyone to see only for it to come crashing down...amirite? If there was some risk of failing, I wanted nothing to do with it. But it’s 2018 and I gotta get over that. So here I am, getting over it and launching a blog because I’m not getting any younger.
So I present to you, Words Like Honey. If you’re new, welcome! I’m truly so glad you’re here. If you’ve stuck around over the last two months and haven’t unfollowed me yet, you rock. In all seriousness, it means the world to me that you’re here, reading what goes on in my head, putting up with my bad jokes, and supporting me as I do what I love most. I love the heck out of every single one of you and I pray the words you read on this blog will always be kind, sweet, and rich...like honey.
McKenna Best is a Carolina girl currently residing in the bachelorette and hipster capital of the world. She believes in Jesus, dancing in the kitchen, and slow mornings. McKenna is an assistant youth director and spends her afternoons working with middle schoolers in West Nashville. In her free time, you can find her eating Chipotle, making an excessive amount of Spotify playlists, writing in a coffee shop, watching The Office, or spontaneously buying a plane ticket somewhere. She is passionate about equipping youth to unlock their potential and be all that God has called them to be, whether that be through teaching Bible lessons, or writing articles for a variety of online platforms