Doing my work for Father God.



Last night during Bible study, something quietly heavy was sitting with me. My best friend was there—someone who had hurt me earlier this week. But because it was Bible study, I didn’t say anything. I knew that wasn’t the time or space for that kind of conversation. So I kept it to myself. I didn’t even mention it to my family.

Instead, I focused on something that filled me with light.

I had just finished working on my disability page and my blog—Still Seeing in the Dark. It’s something I’ve poured my heart into, and even though I was running late for Bible study, I felt proud of what I had created.

When I told Pastor Amazing Allis about my blog, I gave her the name, the link, and asked her to follow me. Her reaction lit me up inside. She couldn’t have sounded happier for me. She was genuinely excited, and it made me feel so proud of myself—so seen in a new, beautiful way.

I told her that’s why I was late to Bible study—because I was working on that blog and on my disability page. And instead of judging me, she said,
“You’re already doing your work for Father God.”

Those words meant everything.

I didn’t need to say what was bothering me. I didn’t need to defend my timing or explain myself. Her encouragement reminded me that what I’m doing—sharing my story, being honest about my blindness, my internal vision, my experiences—is ministry, too.

Sometimes we carry pain in silence, especially when the moment calls for peace. But even in silence, God sees us. And sometimes, He sends someone to remind us:
You are already doing the work.

  

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