Last week I complained that I was having mixed feelings about blogging. I said blogging was leaving me feeling empty, it was unfulfilled time spent during my day, and I was truly thinking I should just stop.
I love my blogging friends like real friends. Most I have not met in person, but some I email with regularly and even speak to on the phone. They are as real as friends in my own community. But, like all mommies (that we mostly are) my blogging friends are busy and can't always stop to chat. That's just real life. Which often leaves me feeling, much like I often do talking to my own children -- like I'm talking to a brick wall. No response. It's gets tiresome. You know, I know you do.
But just as when I talk to my children and they don't respond, they do hear, and so do people, sometimes friends, sometimes strangers, read my words. And as unfulfilled as I feel, I do know they are listening, both my children and my readers.
But, in my selfishness, I was thinking about what I get out of it. "What are you doing for me?" I asked.
It took the kindness of a stranger for me to see that this, like everything else in my life, is not about me; it never has been.
One very sweet, total stranger (Hi, Gary!) sent me a very kind comment on my food blog. Looking for a recipe for a Chicken Pot Pie, Gary found me through Google and in his comment he said, "I just wanted to thank you for sharing your personal recipes, and more importantly your faith with others. I was born to a Jewish family, but I became a Christian about 12 years ago."
"You are touching people with your faith that you will never meet. I think that is doing God's work. I wish you many blessings, and thank you, once again, for your efforts and creativity."
Thank you, Gary, for reminding me that my life is not mine, but my Lord's. My time is not mine, but His, and should be spent, every moment, fulfilling His will, not mine.
Do not love the world or the things in the world. If any one loves the world, love for the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the pride of life, is not of the Father but is of the world. And the world passes away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides for ever. 1 John 2: 15-18