Sometimes I imagine more than just 2 people read what I have to say on here. I imagine some people care about what is on my mind and in my heart other than a passing comment they hear from me.
Truth is, though, I love to write.
So it is with any passion. You do it not so much for the attention, but for the joy of the activity. And when you do it for the simple joy of doing it, you find shelter from critics and cynics. You may still be attacked, but you're not really doing it for their approval.
So I write, I sing, I bike, I travel, I tinker on instruments, I love people, I help people.
I know my writing doesn't win any awards, my singing doesn't turn heads, my playing doesn't soothe any soul, my loving is considered futile, my help is seldom noticed, I can only visit so many places, and I'm going to get all sweaty biking.
But this is who I am. This is where I find joy. This is how I express myself. I cannot walk away from who I am - regardless of those critics and cynics - or else I fall into a life of confusion.
Don't forsake who God has made you to be. Don't settle for what others tell you that you are. Challenge it with the One who made you, and find out really who you are.
Everyone has something wonderful to add to this life. Even you. Even me. Let's do it and do it well.
This weekend ends one year and starts a new one. You have another opportunity to throw yourself as a pebble into a pond. You have the opportunity to create new, beautiful, adventurous, calming waves with who you are.
Go ahead, make your ripple.
Happy New Year.