Sometimes I sit here to write, and there are a lot of things I want to say. I could talk about foster care, or about listening for God to speak, or just write out what He’s doing right now. But, at the same time, I feel like I don’t have anything new or valuable to offer the world. It’s just small me, writing something that someone else has already said in a better language to a bigger audience.

Have you ever felt that way?

Maybe one day after I’m dead and gone, someone will find my little online diary like Anne Frank or Elisabeth Elliot, and it will catch fire and God will use these words for His glory. But, when I think about it, Anne didn’t know anyone else would read her words either. Elisabeth wasn’t someone people knew until her husband was killed trying to reach a tribe of people in South America. Maybe, in the beginning, their words were like mine; just pages in a diary that God asked them to write. Just one small step of obedience, that led to another, and then another…until one day, they were sharing Jesus with people who took someone they loved.

I’ll be honest, I don’t really care if anyone ever finds this. It’s so much easier to write without the pressure of thinking about what people are going to say.

Because, let’s be honest, people are always going to have comments.

And maybe, the writing in obscurity prepares you for writing in the spotlight – you learn to lean in and write because it’s true and because you’ve been asked to obey, not because it’s politically correct or because someone said you’re supposed to say it this way.