Happy Sunday and Day 122 of Another 100 Days of Hannah …and Counting, y’all!
Let’s see… what to write about today?
As normal, I have absolutely no idea. I feel like this past week has been a bad week for writing anything of substance, but I guess that’s okay. It takes a little bit of everything.
Or, at least that’s what they say.
In any case, do y’all ever wonder if you really matter at all?
Some days I do.
I wonder what the point is.
If I really make a difference to people.
It reminds me of the lyrics from ‘Waving Through a Window’ from Dear Evan Hansen:
If you’re falling in a forest and no one is around, do you ever really crash or even make a sound?Did I even make a sound?It’s like I never make a sound.Will I ever make a sound?
Anyone else relate?
Some days, I’m admittedly afraid to voice these thoughts.
I mean, I don’t want people freak out and think ‘Oh no, there’s something wrong with her. I’ve got to do something. I’ve got to say something.’
Because that’s not the case at all.
To me, questions aren’t something to be afraid of – and they definitely don’t mean something’s wrong. Rather, they’re how we find answers. How we discover who we are. How we become comfortable in our own skin.
As such, they’re imperative for growth.
In any case, as I question my value and importance, I’m reminded of a couple of scriptures:
For you formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb.I praise you, for I am fearful ad wonderfully made. Wonderful are our works; my soul knows it full well. (Psalm 139:13-14)
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. And even the hairs of your head are counted. So do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows. (Matthew 10:29-31)
Here I am assured of my value in the Father’s eyes. That He sees me. That He knows me. That I do matter to Him.
And so do you.