Does Your Life Matter?

If a girl doesn't post or write about her life, did it even happen? Simple thoughts on what matters most and the good things we don't see.

My whole life, all I have ever wanted is to know that I matter and that when I am gone, I will be remembered.

Do you believe your life matters?

I do. But some days I don’t feel like it does.

In this intentional space of stepping away, turning the mic down, and easing up on production, the important lesson I am learning is this: The things nobody sees are the things that matter the most; the words I write that no one reads, the hope I speak to just one heart.

The things only God sees.

The things the world goes to sleep never knowing; the things I wake up remembering.

The good things.

Determined yesterday to complete two chapters of my book, I got sidetracked by an unexpected discovery: a dozen hidden eggs nestled in the corners of the little chicken coop! What was meant to be a quick trip to fill the water and shove broody hens out of nesting boxes, turned into a two hour coop clean up; gathering the eggs, shoveling pine shavings, sprinkling roost refresh, singing to the girls.

The chapters of my book were never written. At least, not the ones anyone will read.

But I wonder if I what was written that day was better? If among the shavings and eggs, the life I lived, enjoyed and marveled at mattered more; the silent chapters of a daughter learning to slow down and be present, thinking the thoughts only God can hear, the words only she knows. A beautiful life unknown to many, but seen by the One who matters most.

The “many” will not remember, you know.

But the One who matters never forgets.