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The Impact of Sharing Your Voice

When I started writing blogs, I really just wanted to air out my opinions on things. It felt like my own thing, you know? Until I realized that literally anyone could write. Anyone could take up a pen and create something that people might love. I also read a number of people's writings, and it just felt like whatever I was doing was child's play. Like, literally child's play. But that didn’t stop me. I still wrote and put down my thoughts from time to time.

I wrote regardless of what I was feeling or the worry about how many people would read it. Maybe that was because I had been looking at blogging from my standpoint. What if I looked at it from God's? What if I saw it as my little way of lightening up my corner? No matter how bad it seemed, at least 10 people were reading it. And as God is the one who never leaves the one behind, if it were only one person reading my blog and gaining from it, then really, that is fulfillment.

Fulfillment might not be about the numbers; it might be about the impact it makes. And truly, I’ve received some lovely feedback about the blogs I’ve written in the past, and it amuses me how something I didn’t think was a big deal could be inspiring to someone or some people. Now, I know that this might not just be a hobby, it might as well be a calling.

So, if you find yourself in a similar scenario, wondering how your work or creation is anything special, don’t think about the numbers. Think about the impact it will make on people, even if it’s just one person.





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