Even for the King

I have a ritual.

Every February 29th, leap day, I do something that scares me.

On February 29, 2024, I launched my website.

Formerly, Go To The Grass.

Now, The Divine in the Daily. 

I launched it as an offering to God.

A public place to share my faith.

At the time, I felt like Christians were being ridiculed more openly.

Silenced more casually.

Smothered in the noise of culture.

Whether that was perception or reality does not matter.

It stirred something in me.

I did not launch the site to build influence.

I launched it to proclaim. 

Boldly. Publicly. Without apology.

And I was terrified. 

Not of my faith. I have never been ashamed of that. 

I was terrified of attaching my name to my words.

I have written my entire life.

For candidates. For businesses. For other people.

I was comfortable being the ghost.

Invisible. Safe.

Public vulnerability was never on my to-do list.

No, thank you.

Yet here I am, publishing personal stories, prayers, and reflections, releasing them without controlling who will read, who will mock, or who will misunderstand.

It took a lot of prayer to get there.

But something shifted.

I began to see my writing the same way I see the money I place in the collection basket on Sunday.

I offer it to God.

I release it.

I trust it will be used as He sees fit.

If it is not enough for someone else, that is not my concern.

If someone thinks I am untalented, sentimental, or uninspired, that is not my concern either.

Doing anything for His approval alone is freedom.

Sacred freedom. 

As I approach this two-year mark, my pseudo anniversary, since the real one only comes every four years, I look back at what I have shared.

It was far from perfect. 

But it was faithful.

And somehow, that makes it enough. 

Even for the King.

Imagine that.