Last week, I made my first cent from my blog. Let me give you a little backstory:
I’ve been blogging for almost seven years. (Two years of that have been hosted by WordPress)
I began blogging my thoughts on books I was reading so that I could begin to earn free books from publishers and authors that I partnered with. This was my only compensation–receiving free books.
For the past eight months or so since God called me to full-time ministry and writing, I have spent an enormous amount of time researching the blogging industry and improving my blog. Last month, I miraculously received the money I needed to upgrade my blog (read the full story here). Just last week, my earnings from using WordAds (an advertising program through WordPress) came in, a grand total of $0.01.
I don’t think you’ll ever know how excited I was! If you just look at the number, it may seem small. In fact, it may seem like the smallest amount in American currency that you could get paid, but let me tell you: it’s not. $0.00 is the smallest amount you can get paid, and I know that because that’s what I have been getting paid (monetarily, at least, although I was “paid” in free books) for seven years.
But I rejoice because I can no longer say that my blog doesn’t make me any money. It does! It might be one penny right now but I have a God who multiplies. There are so many pictures in this for me.
Remember the research I mentioned above that I did? Just about every resource I studied said to give blogging one full year before you can expect to see anything come out of it. One full year of no expectations, just full-time hard work. So, I’m committed. To everyone else it may look crazy, but God reminded me recently of the woman who poured out her alabaster jar of perfume onto Jesus, a jar of perfume that was worth a year’s wages. Everyone that saw her do that said she was crazy, but Jesus said it was a beautiful thing she had done and that it would be remembered throughout history.
So this blog is my alabaster jar. It has cost me a lot of time, effort, heart, words, and study, and I know it will cost more as it goes on. But for now, I can see a one cent return on my investment, and it’s beautiful.
I wonder how often Christ thinks the same of us? He poured out more than just one (or even seven) years of His life for us; He poured out His entire life. What return on His investment are we making for Him? We are the joy set before Him, the reason He invested His life on that cross. May we bring infinitely more joy to His heart than one penny has brought to mine!
I heard a new perspective recently on Jesus’ first miracle of turning water into wine: the servants were the ones to see the miracle first. Those lounging around waiting to be served did not know what the servants knew. The servants had to go to the well and go down deep to draw up the water; the servants had to clean out the containers and bring them to Jesus. They saw the water that came up from the darkness of the pit of the well turn before their very eyes into wine. They did not know what Jesus was going to do, and they had to go out and work to bring back the materials for the miracle, even when it didn’t make sense. But because of their obedience in the process, even in the dirt, darkness, and ordinary, they saw the miracle.
So today, wherever you are, even in the darkness of obscurity, God sees you. He has not forgotten you. Your miracle is coming, and it’s coming through all the components you’re gathering right now. That’s what will be used in your miracle. Jesus can change what you have into what you desire, and that attracts and amazes those around you!
I’ve been called by name to this business of blogging, and I have full confidence that my God is trustworthy and will throughly complete the work He started.
“The one who calls you by name is trustworthy and will thoroughly complete his work in you.”
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