Unglamorous and Unseen
No one at my church wants to be anyone *special*. Nor does anyone swoon over famous Christians. The women work in their homes, doing unglamorous and unseen work. Many men work full-time 6 days a week and serve the body in the nursery, in Sunday School, and in the pulpit.
There’s another writer at my church. She writes all the curriculums for the children’s classes, VBS, and women’s Titus 2 groups. She’s a Christian who’s a writer not trying to promote herself and her writing. She simply serves Christ by serving her church. I want to be like her because she glorifies God.
I used to want to be one of those special Christian writers. I wanted to write a book, speak to hundreds of women, and have a so-called ministry outside of the body before me. It never felt right to want that, but sometimes I thought of God made it happen, I’d make it right somehow.
After my book got rejected, I took time off from writing. I was hurt, embarrassed, but also unsure if I wanted to keep pursuing the peculiar balance of godliness and a public ministry. (For the record, I don’t think a public ministry is wrong. I think the pursuit of one is because I think it’s impossible to pursue without sinning.) After a move to a new state and a new church, after three years of not writing things of God but developing my craft in other ways, I feel ready to write—about my Savior—again.
God worked on me in the off years. He showed me my sin. He convinced me of the more important roles I have in my home and my church. He gave me a stronger desire for HIS praise and a heavenly reward than what any man or anything on earth can give.
I feel ready to write again because I no longer care about the numbers, the email subscribers, a book deal. I just want to share Christ.