I wonder from time to time if the stuff I write on this blog really matters. Does it ultimately help anyone, or am I rambling on about things that no one really cares? I know that it often helps me to process thoughts and ideas and even to crystallize a concept that has been brewing in my mind for a while. But what about the rest of the people who read these posts? When I question my effectiveness, the reach of my influence, I am thankful for days like today.
I opened an email that read:
“You didn’t know it when you posted this, but I was influenced greatly by it. I was feeling “restless” just before Thanksgiving and your post opened me up to some new possibilities. As it turns out, I have taken a a new job. . . .”
You might be struggling with feelings similar to mine. Maybe it’s not your writing, but your
contribution at work,
your influence on a wayward son or daughter,
a difficult relationship that seems hopeless,
a career that feels stalled.
Let me encourage you to keep going. This email has been a reminder of a lesson I’ve learned long ago: we can never know our influence. So don’t stop doing what you believe you should do, speaking into the lives of those who often don’t respond the way you think they should, doing the work you think needs to be done. It’s hard to pour yourself into what seems to be a vacuum of response. But while it might not be instant and the way you like it, your influence is certain.
What area of your life you new to renew your commitment and move forward?