At some point, we might ask ourselves that question. About our lives. Our existence. We see people out there changing the world, on the Youtube, maybe even out in the streets, confronting others about what they believe. Confrontation. That’s not my strong suit because love isn’t confrontational, right? Prolly wrong. It certainly can be. It just depends on the direction the heart is heading.

But Me? What good am I? I haven’t confronted the darkness of the days in which we are living. Probably because I can’t even get a grip on the way everything changes every day. It’s nuts. I would love it if I really understood everything going on all over the world. I don’t. And I’m not a super ding-dong. It’s just that there’s so. much.

All I can do is what I’ve always done. Try to love people. Try to gently guide. Support. Show up. And try to take care of myself so that I will be around long enough to keep doing all of that. And the real bummer about all of that is that when you lose someone who tries to do all of that for you (like your mom or your dad or a good friend or family member) it cuts deep. I don’t want to cut anyone deep when they lose a pillar of their existence- because let’s face it, that’s what a lot of us are. But I have to. I have to keep loving and supporting and dying to myself because I love my peeps. And in essence, that’s what Jesus did. He flat out died because of that kind of love. And we should feel that loss, even though it can be hard to conjure because of the distance of time and space. But that is my offering. Not yelling in the streets. Not knowing everything. Just being a quiet resource of calm and support and guidance, if people are so inclined.

But is that enough?  It kind of has to be.  It’s all I’ve got.

Because I believe that God knew what he was doing when he put this puzzle of us together. He knew what pieces needed to go where. What part of the picture they needed to be. And I rest in that, because I know I can’t be anything more than what he created, allows and inspires me to be. So I guess that’s enough.

But did I make a difference? Am I still making a difference? I’d say yeah. And my parents made a difference. And their parents made a difference, and their parents parents made a difference. It’s a legacy. We live in an ever-unfolding story. A wheel that keeps turning. We never get to a place where everything is finished. At least not here.

But yeah, I have made a difference, no matter how small. Because the echos of the prayers I’ve prayed ring out across time. And so do yours. The love I’ve given has certainly left a mark. And so has yours. Never forget the power of your thoughts, your words and your intention when it comes to the kingdom. We are all part of this big machine of the miraculous. Keep moving forward. No matter what part you play.

It all makes a difference.