Making A Difference

Some days I wake up, go about my normal mundane routine, and then go to bed. As my head hits the pillow and a tear escapes the corner of my eye, I silently breathe with every fiber of my being, "Lord, am I making a difference at all in this life?"

That's all I want for this life. To be LOVE to everybody I come in contact with. To make somebody's day brighter. To turn frowns into smiles and sadness into joy. To change another human being's life in some very tiny way.

Tonight I realized that I have had the privilege of being used by a Mighty God in a mighty way. As I sent my "goodbye post" out into the blogosphere to go live, e-mails and comments began pouring in of how my website changed people's lives.

I cried. Then cried. And then cried some more.

And thanked God for using little ole me in such a big way, even if I had a difficult time seeing it while in the midst of it all.

I still know I made the right decision. But it's really. really. really. nice to know that I DID make a difference in people's lives.

And if you find yourself wondering the same thing some days...I can promise you that you are most likely making a difference in somebody's life, whether you realize it or not.

Be encouraged, sweet one. Jesus chooses to use the lowly and the unnoticeable. That's YOU. So go in love...