No one has read this blog. That is not a figurative statement, it is downright literal. I’m not referring only to this post, or any other post for that matter. I am talking about my entire blog—all fifty-plus posts.
Every thought reflected, along with the hours upon hours invested putting them into words and stringing them together into an expression of my faith journey, are lost in a sea of blogs —millions on WordPress alone.
I began blogging upon the resolution of a two year battle within myself between the unbearable conviction to write and my reluctance to become a blogger. Finally mustering up the courage to ‘put myself out there’ I enthusiastically began posting my backlog of entries. In keeping with the humorous irony of life, no-one has cared or even noticed.
What is my response to this fact? I would be lying if I said that I am not a bit affected by it. That would be a denial of the constant tussle with pride that is part of my sin nature. Learning to walk in humility is not natural. It is a life-long challenge that demands dying to “me” daily. Therefore every opportunity to learn humility is both an affront to the natural man within me and a blessing to the new creature I am becoming.
Only by the power of Christ living in me, can I choose to say that I am humbled, grateful, inspired and honored by this reality.
I am HUMBLED to be reminded, in case I was in danger of overestimating my own significance, I am of little consequence to the world at large. I am but one human being, one insignificant person on a planet of billions; and a markedly ordinary one at that. I echo the Psalmist in saying…
When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,
What is man that You are mindful of him…? Psalm 8:3-4
I am GRATEFUL that the Lord continues to teach me; faithfully and lovingly revealing Himself to me through His unchanging Word and my ever-changing life. Again I am humbled by the unfathomable truth that He values me enough to speak to me. He has called me worthy and takes the time to meet with me. He considers me worth the investment of His loving attention and instruction. Despite my repeated failings He hasn’t given up on me. I am grateful that He continues to redeem every circumstance of my journey, great or small, for His purpose and His glory.
And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28
I am INSPIRED. He continues to be my sacred muse. He is my audience of one. I am free to write from the heart, knowing that nothing about me, past, present or future is hidden from Him. Even the darkest recesses of my heart are light to Him. I need not fear falling short of the approval of man, for I have been fully and unconditionally loved and accepted by the One who made me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
That translates into sweet freedom!! I stand only in the presence of my Savior. I write only for the One who purchased me with His life.
I am HONORED. My Father is the giver of gifts. The list of good gifts He has given me is endless but includes the gift of life, the gift of salvation, my spiritual gifts and every talent (resource) I possess.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights… James 1:17a
What we do with our gifts and talents is our gift to God. Hoarding our gifts denies the truth that our gifts were given to us for His good pleasure. Using our gift brings glory to God, by giving a glimpse of His infinite riches and glory.
So what do I intend to do in response to the lack of interest in my blog? I will continue writing with excellence, striving toward the mark to honor my Lord. I will work diligently to hone my craft as a thank-offering for this gift of writing… even if a single word is never read by another human being. After all, isn’t the true measure of faithfulness what we do when no one else is looking?
Thank you, Father, for the gift and the opportunity to write from my heart. Thank you for being the author of my life story, the origin and substance of my faith. Thank you for reading my blog.