Told how another with illness coped by doing things for others and not complaining about pain, I felt the silent criticism.
My quiet response: “I write.”
The reply: “But you write for yourself.”
Within myself I thought: I write to help many. To let them know they’re not alone. To remind them of God and how he loves them. To support them in their struggles. The writings I mail out are all I have left of the ministry I founded. It’s all I’m still capable of.
I had asked a number of times why my devotionals were not read. Why my ministry was not supported like others. Why? The answer was always the same, always cruel to my ears. Your devotionals come on days when I don’t open emails.
Is my work not considered important? Does it have no significance or worth? My husband said it wasn’t that. The problem was that I simply wasn’t liked. Remembering what a friend this person had been to me, I found that hard to believe.
But hidden deep within was the suspicion that my husband might be right.
Another layer of pain added to the others.
February 2, 2019 at 1:47 pm
Marja, I am one who reads your writings. I am so very thankful for you. You have taught me and encouraged me to press on many, many times over the years. Please keep writing!
May God Richly Bless You
Catherine