Sometimes, like anyone, I can get caught up in the numbers and the comparison and the achievement side of what I do. Right now, it is writing, but before it was Residence Life and nursing and a number of other things. But every time I get stuck in thinking that I am what I do, it isn’t long before I’m reminded that comparison and competition isn’t what defines me. I’m reminded of the connection that I’m after, with the real people showing up to read what I’m writing and the real people who are sharing life with me. I’m reminded that it is Jesus who tells my story and gives me people to share it with.
Emily Freeman talks about picturing all the people who are reading your blog, as real people showing up in your living room. It is hard to worry about all the people who aren’t there, when you have 10 or 20 or 50 people in your living room, ready to hear what you have to say, present and expectant for what you have to share.
So thank you for coming to my living room.
Thanks for showing up here.
I wish I could pour you some coffee or a glass of water and give you a hug.
I’d love to give you a warm muffin and light a candle because you’re here.
I’m so glad you’re here.
I’d love to hear from you, dear reader. While I can’t promise a reply, but I do promise to read what you write to me. Again, thanks for reading.