I was hesitant to begin writing 31 Days of Living by Faith.
It wasn’t just writing for 31 days, although I’ve never posted to this blog for 31 straight days, it was a combination of fears.
- I would have to bare my soul before an entire world of blog readers. My stories could be misinterpreted, the point could get twisted and lost in my sea of words, people would understand how absolutely crazy I am – all these things floated in my head, and more.
- I would have to walk the talk. We can all talk up an idea, philosophy, or conviction, but when you have the audacity to write about your belief for 31 days, you better be living it.
- I knew it was going to be a challenging month. I understood that there was no way in this world for me to write about living by faith, without having opportunities to make it a reality today. Living by faith is not a one time deal. It something that grows and matures as your faith is tried and proved.
- I would lose a large portion of my blog readers. Maybe this seems like no big deal to you, but I have worked pretty hard to develop a decent size readership for this little blog. It is a dream to one day make it my full time job, something that pays me to do what I love.
So I wrestled with the idea of writing about my faith, not just about what I believe, but the actually living out of that belief. It’s easier to talk about a truth than it is to put that truth into practice.
Talk is cheap.
For the first two weeks, it seemed like all my fears were playing out. I had fewer hits on my blog than I had in the first months of launching The Domestic Fringe. The few who did read were absolutely silent.
I wanted to give up. I mean, was God even going to use these 31 days?
I hate doing things simply for the sake of doing them. It seems pointless and a waste of time. If I was going to write about living by faith for 31 days, I wanted God to use it in someone’s life. I wanted there to be a point, something greater than me telling my story.
Finally, I decided that bringing glory to God was the point all along. Even if no one read, even if I did not see the fruit of my writing, God was being glorified. I was giving Him credit for all the things He’s done for me.
Bringing glory to God is more than enough. It is our purpose in life.
Then something happened. My stats began to go wild.
A well loved blogger read a few of my older posts and shared them. Suddenly words that I wrote were being tweeted all over the world.
I was happy, but it still was not what I wanted. I wanted these 31 days to mean more than the funny things I’ve written in the past.
Last week one of my posts was Freshly Pressed. My stats went from hundreds to thousands and it was because of this post, a story I was the most hesitant to share. I knew some would scoff at it. It was the most personal display of faith in these 31 days.
While I did get a few ugly comments, I received so many more positive comments, stories of people struggling to live out their faith during the worst of times. I received emails from people I did not know thanking me for writing, for encouraging them.
It is not about me feeling good about myself, or writing a good story, or receiving recognition, it is about God using me to bring glory to Himself, and helping another person in the process.
It doesn’t get any better than that.