Peering into this year my gaze and focus is clear.
“Love well the ones you’re with. Feed well the ones that are already at your feet. Minister well to the ones right in front of your face.”
It’s what I’ve sensed lately, over and over: Serve the ones that are showing up. The rest isn’t yours to tarry with.
Not necessarily to the ones “out there” in social media world or the publishing arena or the connectors and movers and shakers. If it includes them, excellent. But their attention isn’t the aim anymore.
It’s not a declaration, really. Or a resolution. Or a promise. Or even a goal. It feels more like a mandate.
It feels true. Honest. Right.
Writing simply for the ones that can end up doing something for me, doesn’t feel like love to me. It feels like a covert transaction.
Writing for the ones in my current sphere, the ones who choose to be there (friends, church attendees, Instagram followers, commenters, etc) AND those who have to be there (my husband, my children, fellow citizens) – these are the hearts I am to tend through the words I write and speak.
This means many things. It means before I create, write, share, speak, preach – prayer is paramount, involvement is key, and faithfulness to the people is important.
To pray for them, I have to know what they need prayer for. To write for them, I have to be aquatinted with their needs and longings. To properly minister to them I have to be committed to their depth and growth. To speak life over them I have to hear The Speaker on their behalf.
Help me, Lord.
It can be hard for the dreaming hearts to show up for the constants – the kids, the spouses, the members, the ones who can get close enough to mess it all up and intrude and bruise. It can be easy to shoot for the ones that can really get us somewhere.
But when we do that, if we end up getting somewhere in that manner, we may find ourselves without the someones we overshot.
Is that what I really want? I think not.
Some would say that you can have both. You can serve the ones you’re with AND shoot for the stars at the same time. Sure, it’s possible.
But for me, for now, I feel called to feed the ones that are currently sitting at my table.
If morsels reach elsewhere, so be it.
If the folks around me feel fed, I’ve won.
Thank you God, for revelations, words, promptings that lead us to love, to the right path, to the writing path, to peace. Please bless my efforts and heart and offerings, in Jesus’ name. Amen.