encouragement

It's always encouraging to know that people are reading what I'm writing, that my words aren't just spinning through the trackless void of the internet. Today is one of those encouraging days; a post I wrote while I was doing my Gateway course was picked up by an online magazine, Blog Nosh. It's a blog in its own right, composed of hand-picked entries from blogs across the spectrum, topics ranging from politics to parenting to poetry.

And while it's nice to see that someone out there likes what I wrote, I feel a bit of a disclaimer on that particular post is necessary. Because I'm not really sure I wrote it. It was an assignment for class, during the week we were learning about poverty and theories of development. We were supposed to write about a new perspective we'd gained on the poor, and my first, awful thought was, What on earth did they teach me that was new? I've been with the poor, I've seen how they live. I know all about it.

Which is when I sat down at my computer and God quietly used my hands to type out that post, and I sat in tears in front of the screen.

Because I had been so blind.