Last week I wrote about the guilt I sometimes feel when I decide to take time away from my family to pursue my love for writing.
A few days after I posted this blog, I received the following comment from a friend of mine:
“Thanks for writing, Jennifer. Many thoughts were stirred tonight as I read a lot of your writings. I haven’t allowed myself to dream in a really long time…still not quite there but it is more positive than it has been in a long time.”
I’m new to the world of blogging, and this comment and the encouragement it brought me spoke volumes to my heart.
There are so many days in which I question whether or not what I’m doing with my writing really matters at all. In addition to the guilt I sometimes feel, this question is yet another way that Satan plagues me and whispers lies.
When I think of my friend and the kind words she sent in response to my post, I think of her story. I can’t claim to know all that she has been through, but I know her road has been long and hard, and I can understand why it’s been hard to dream and pursue the things that make her heart sing.
Knowing that God has used my writing to stir her heart means the world to me. It affirms what my heart knows to be true, that my work matters. Even when the lies and questions try hard to convince otherwise, my writing matters. It matters to me, it matters to God, and it matters to others as well.
A few months ago I read the The Shack by William P. Young. One of my favorite quotes from this story is “Love always leaves a significant mark.”
This quote has stayed with me. I remember it at times when love comes hard, when I don’t feel like doing the loving thing. I remember it too, when the love it give isn’t received, when hearts are hard and loving hurts. And I remember it when I write, when the work I do for me and for God doesn’t seem to make sense or have any value at all.
If love is in my writing, it will make a mark. A significant one.
Sometimes I have the pleasure of knowing the ways in which my writing has left a mark on the heart of someone else. Other times I’m left to wonder, but always I trust.
If God has given me the will to write and I am faithful to obey His call, love will seep through the words and pages that ink from my heart and leave a mark of its own.
The same is true for you. Whatever it is you do, if love is at the heart of it, it will leave a significant mark. And what are these marks really, but the fingerprints of God?