I never considered myself much of a so-called “blogger.” It never really struck me as something that I would or could ever do.
I guess, on one hand, it’s because I will always find myself reading someone else’s work, whether it is a book, their blog, or just some quick article they had thrown together, and thinking that they are really gifted at putting fingers-to-keyboard while also having a ton of great insights about life and faith (or, if I’m being truthful, movies and sports). To be honest, I have somewhat of an inferiority complex about it. After all, once you open up and put your thoughts or, worse, your writing out there you are vulnerable to public opinion, and I have never felt I quite measured up to the challenge.
Thinking about all of this and the proposition of beginning a weekly blog, it struck me that my hesitancy doesn’t just come from my inadequacy in technical skills, but much deeper down I really, truly believe that I don’t have anything of value to offer. Quite simply, I’m boring. And, who in their right mind would care about a word I have to say? Those other gifted, “professionals” live exciting and interesting lives. They can see beyond the surface level of everyday life and pull real meaning from the most mundane of tasks and occurrences. They have a whit in which not only can they be outrageously original and funny, but they can express through your computer screen just as well. None of that is me, and so, why even bother? No one cares what’s on my mind…
The comforting part is that I know I’m not alone in feeling this way. Many of you do too. It’s ok, but in being alright with thinking pretty low of yourself, remember: it’s not true. I think David was struggling with similar feelings when he penned that fourth verse in the eighth psalm, “what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them?”
Do you hear it in his voice? Do you hear the depression that is rising up in David ready to overthrow every aspect of his being? The hopelessness? The loss of meaning? Looking out at the grandiosity of creation, David all of a sudden feels pretty small and insignificant. Why should he talk to God? What does he have to say to this amazing Creator that is worth any of His time or effort. He couldn’t possibly care to hear any of it. Right? The thing is, He does care, deeply.
David goes on in the rest of the psalm to talk about the amazing heights to which God has placed humanity. That He lifts you and me up and says that what we have to offer matters greatly to Him. That you have something to offer. However, it’s not because of anything that you can necessarily do, say, or any particular skills through which you can impress and entertain Jesus with, but you matter because the one who Created all of this says so.
So, the next time you’re tempted to think you don’t measure up or that it’s not worth God’s time for you to talk to Him, because “What do I have to say?” (I’ve felt it before, and you probably have too.) Don’t buy into it. David knew it wasn’t true and I do as well. How do I know? Jesus. You can’t tell me that God would come and live on this earth and die for you if He didn’t think you were worth it, and, the thing is, He still thinks you are!
Great read! Thanks for the devotional.
Thanks. Great reminder
Traveling. ..read your devotional! It was very timely for us =) Thank you !!?
You mirrored some of my same thoughts about putting my ideas out there. Your comments gave me a different perspective to think about. Thank you.