Things that Matter

A few years back I heard a speaker at a writing conference who said something that has stuck with me. Author David Dark said that the culture in which we live has one nagging message: “Hurry up and matter.”

Are you famous? Are you rich? Are you a viral sensation on social media? No? Then get busy — hurry up and matter.

I dislike this message. As a mom, I especially dislike the pressure of having to prove yourself special at an ever younger age. And I hate that the measure of mattering has so little to do with character and so much to do with piling up likes and views and subscribers.

Oh, and racking up “friends,” the kind that require quotation marks.

It makes me worry about my daughter, who is naturally impressed by people who have built up a following online, whether by sheer talent or sheer desperation. These people seem to really matter.

I want her to recognize the difference between image and substance. I wonder if this distinction is becoming harder to make.

What I’m getting at, I suppose, is that she matters. Already.

You matter, too. No need to hurry up and matter.

You are an image-bearer of God. Ignore the voices that say you’re not enough.

You do matter.

Already and always.

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That’s all. Love, Em