Does what I do even matter to anyone?

 

Babylon Bee, my favoritist tongue-in-cheek news site, shared an article on their Facebook page earlier this week that especially tickled me. The title: “Pastor Labors All Weekend On Church Blog Post Approximately Four People Will End Up Reading.”

Did you laugh?

So did I. I laughed because it is TRUE.

I saw myself in the pastor’s shoes. My goodness, I feel exactly this way every single week. I could have coffee daily with this emotion we are so tight.

I pour time, energy – and, yes, money – into this blog. I care DEEPLY about it. But, inevitably, as the words tumble onto the screen each week, the question poking at my emotional core is, “Does this even matter?” Continue reading “Does what I do even matter to anyone?”

‘Mommy, why do you work?”

 

She wrapped her arms around my waist. Tears pooled in her eyes.

“Mommy, why do you work?”

This was not the first time she has asked me that question. Not the first time she clung to me as I headed out the door to my part-time job.

My summer schedule of mostly afternoon and evening hours has been hard for her. For the first time, she does not have school to distract her from the fact I am not home. She sees that I’m not there.

She FEELS my absence. Continue reading “‘Mommy, why do you work?””