I spoke at a single’s gathering last week, and as I spoke, I again felt it in my gut: This is what I am supposed to do. To speak. To hear from God and share what I’ve learned with others.
And still the doubts lingered, even after that rush of knowing. Does it matter? Do my words matter? Does my art matter?
Have you ever felt that way?
- Does the job I do from 9-5 every day matter in the grand scheme?
- Does the parenting I do in the margins and chaos of life matter five years from now?