It really does. Matter, that is. It matters a lot, and I guess that's why it's so hard sometimes. I commit myself to live according to how I feel God wants me to live. I try to do what is right, even though I fail miserably at times. I care about others and help out whenever I can. I love the Lord and share that love with anyone who asks and is willing to listen. I know it matters and I know He is real. I know that His son died for me. I know that without a doubt.
What I still have yet to figure out is why things tend to unravel when I feel like I am sharing my faith with others or trying to grow spiritually. Distractions, confrontations, life experiences that make no sense, issues that sneak up and attack without warning, stressors, and daily little annoyances that try to come between me and what I know to be true. It's discouraging at times...
Once I have had my 4 minute and 28 second pity party, I lift myself up from the pit of despair and remember that it matters. I matter. God matters. No matter what the world tries to tell me, it matters.
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. ~James 1:2-4
