It’s my last week in Colorado. The summer pressed on, allowing for time to catch my breath, just to dive in and go again. And now, it’s time to go again. I didn’t know what this season would be like at all. But I find myself feeling like I’ve had more of a home than I can remember for the past several years. I guess that’s confirmation that living in this wild hearted drifter calling is right where I’m supposed to be.

There were no big summer vacations, personal travels, or real defining personal moments for me. But that wasn’t why I came here. I came here to be in my business and in the field. It was a bonus I got to spend almost every day with Dutch and spend much more time horseback than most summers. And now, it’s time to roll on to Nebraska for a few weeks before the big haul south.

October looked like a quiet month until I realized I have flights booked every week, starting tomorrow. Summer was full, yet felt empty at times. I wondered if I should have been in Arizona sooner or if I stayed in Colorado the right amount of time. There were several events in Arizona I wanted to be a part of, but God didn’t open those doors. But why?

Last week, I wrote about being seen. We should not let the fear of man get in the way of standing up for truth. Now more than ever, the alarm is ringing to wake up. If not now, then when? But many times, being where we are called doesn’t involve a spotlight or recognition. It’s almost like we go under the radar and unseen.

September 14^th was the date I originally hoped to be back in Arizona. But I was here in Colorado. Questioning if I had gotten this step right, I was hoping for a big grand confirmation. Instead, it came as a small, quiet text from a friend who lives in Denver. She asked if I was still in Colorado. I was and asked her what she had in mind. She asked if I could take her to church on Sunday. In that quiet ask, I knew I was where I was supposed to be.

A few days following, a customer wanted me to go walk a pasture. We met in a small eastern Colorado town, immediately diving into the spiritual battles at hand, scripture, family, and prayers. This wasn’t the typical pre-pasture walk prep talk. But it was exactly what it should have been. Our rancher met us at his pasture gate, weaving into lush green grass, and fat happy cows. We covered questions about weeds and fall spraying until the conversation steered towards politics and eventually Charlie Kirk. I’m not sure why the conversation went where it did, but there was no stopping it.

We were talking about Erika Kirk, her grace and the love she and her late husband clearly shared. Her powerful displays of faith had all of us in awe. Again, I’m not sure why I shared this, as I had never shared it before, but I did. I said, “God hasn’t brought me my husband yet, but I know He will. I used to pray that the Lord would give me a long marriage, and I wasn’t sure I could handle being married to someone for a short time before he would die. But after seeing what Erika and Charlie had, I would take that any day if that’s what God wanted.” The tears started to well in me, only for the Wyoming wind to dry them before they could fall. The rancher rubbed his eyes quickly underneath his glasses, touched by my testimony.

It wasn’t anything big or grand. There was no audience, and nothing was recorded. But the conversations we shared edified and changed all of us for the better and for the good. I still stand by what I wrote last week about being seen. And maybe you don’t crave a spotlight or attention, but I think we can all agree, recognition means something. But do we realize that even without earthly recognition, God sees us?

What I realized so clearly this week is sometimes our calling is being seen in seasons that go unrecognized. It’s the small moments that no one will know your name, or maybe even realize that you were being obedient. But you were. And God sees it.

I think I needed recalibrated this summer to appreciate the calling without recognition. Staying obedient has a different weight when you’re accountable to yourself and what you know God has told you to do. I think it’s harder, for sure. But it’s also opened up gratitude, peace, and patience like I’ve never known. When there’s a lot going on around us, we can be motivated by the motions, rather than the impact. And sometimes our impact is needed for one person, one day, not for the masses or our own reward.

Humble yourselves [with an attitude of repentance and insignificance] in the presence of the Lord, and He will exalt you [He will lift you up, He will give you purpose] James 4:10

An attitude of insignificance hits pretty hard, doesn’t it? It’s not about me. Whether I’m being seen by millions, by a few, or none at all, I am insignificant compared to Jesus. Now this doesn’t mean that this is all for nothing so we should just give up doing anything! But, it does realign who really matters who sees what we do and how we show up. And that’s the Lord.

So maybe He has you showing up for one right now. Or maybe, you have a huge sphere of influence. Whatever your place, remain humble to the one who this is all about. He lifts you up, not your followers or fame. He gives you purpose, not the ones who see us day to day. Your purpose is needed for His plan. And He gets all the glory.

This weekend, I hope you find joy in the small, humble callings that the Lord gives you. Though the actions and audience may be small, the one you serve is big and mighty, and He sees you. And I’ll see you next week.