I would love to tell you this post is for you. And maybe it is.
But in full disclosure, I wrote it for myself several years ago. Because I am prone to forget what I know to be true. It’s what I do.
But I want to remember—I need to remember—and so this is for me (but maybe it’s for you too)
Dear Jen,
If you are reading this, you are probably feeling a million kinds of done—and equal parts unsure. You are likely questioning everything—your calling and abilities, your choices and decisions, your dreams and goals and future. And…you are undoubtedly contemplating closing your computer and never writing another word.
I know; we’ve been here before.
But we’ve also learned some things along the way. Things we need to remember.
First of all, inhale.
Deeply.
Fill your lungs with as much air as you can.
Hold it for 5 seconds.
Now slowly—as slowly as you can—let it out.
Do it again, but this time close your eyes. And as you exhale say the name of the One who called you to write in the first place—Jesus.
Now, ask God to help you become aware of His presence with you right at this very moment.
He is sitting at the well of your heart.
Walk to Him.
Acknowledge Him.
Sit with Him for awhile.
Tell Him. Everything.
Tell Him how hard it is to navigate His calling in the noise and chaos of social media.
Tell Him how easy it is to compare your calling to those of others.
Tell Him how often you measure your success by numbers, followers, sales, likes, shares and comments—and how often those metrics leave you feeling less than, unqualified, worried and weary.
Tell Him all of it. Show Him your weariness and uncertainty. Tell Him about every insecurity and doubt.
And then, wait…..
Breathe.
Allow the pent up tears to fall.
Linger with Him at the well.
Now, scoot a little closer, because He is about to speak to your heart…
My sweet child,
I see you.
I see your weariness and your heart for me.
And oh how your heart delights me.
How you delight me.
Know this My precious one—believe this—My love for you is dependent on nothing.
My love simply is. It is as real as I AM.
I love you. Right now. As you are, I, God Almighty, love you.
Let your heart look into my face and allow my words to wash over your battle-weary soul.
And as my words course through your heart, I want you to allow them to push out all the other words.
My precious child, I did not call you to a platform; I called you to a Person—to Myself.
I did not call you to keep track of numbers; I called you to invest in people.
I did not call you to shine a light on yourself; I called you to point others to my Light.
I did not call you to walk someone else’s path, I invited you walk your journey with Me.
My child, the answer for your weariness is not found in giving up; it is found in Me—in trusting me.
In trusting that you are worth infinitely more than the sum of man-made numbers.
So keep writing. Keep sharing. Keep loving. And keep working. But do so for me, and with me. And trust that if I want others to hear the words I give you, I will ensure they hear them.
Friend, your journey may look very different than mine. Maybe writing struggles and social media insecurities aren’t the cause of your battle-weariness today, but whatever has your heart weighed down, I pray you feel the Father’s arms tighten around you as He whispers His love into the core of your being. And as you feel His love infiltrate your DNA I pray you will feel a renewed sense of strength and a fresh desire to walk hand in hand with Him. Not measuring your worth or value by anything other than the One who created you, who delights in you, and who loves you more than you will ever comprehend.
Much love,
Jen
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