In the body of Christ, do you ever feel like an eyelash or a toenail, while your friends are biceps or legs?
That's what it was like for my friend, who serves as a school janitor.
Exhausted from the extra work, she called me the other day, wondering what worth her work held. To her, it felt insignificant in the scheme of things — waxing floors, washing blackboards, wiping down every desk in every classroom.
“Jennifer,” she said, “every day, you get to look on your day’s work and know that you’ve done something for the Lord. You write blog posts and books, and you speak at conferences. You help people know how much they’re loved by Jesus.”
“But me? I empty garbage cans,” she continued. “I’m just a janitor.”
I wish I could have reached through the phone, put one hand on each of her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye when I responded to her. I told her what I want to tell you — and what I have to remind myself again and again:
There is no such thing as just a janitor, or just a mom, or just a blogger, or just a volunteer, or just a secretary, or just a (__________).
Won't you join me at (in)courage today. I have encouraging words for anyone who is second-guessing her worth.
But we need you.