Why am I here?
I can’t help but worry that it’s a poorly veiled attempt to make people like me, to increase the luster of my little pool of light. And I wrote about that on Segullah today.
But still, there is so much worth sharing– laughter, heartache, a perfect ray of sunshine, brilliant smiles.
I ask myself constantly, “Am I writing about/photographing this because it has value or simply to make myself look good? Am I glorifying God or just myself?”
And some days I don’t have to question myself at all.
Because some moments