There’s something about Dorcas being the woman we end these 31 days with that feels right.

We’ve studied women who did incredible things. Women who were brave, broken, overlooked, chosen, afraid, faithful, messy, bold, and everything in between.

And then there’s Dorcas.

She made clothes.

She helped people.

She noticed needs.

She loved people well.

And when she died, the women she had cared for stood there holding the things she had made for them.

That part gets me.

Because when I think about what I want my own life to mean, I don’t want it to only be measured by what I accomplished.

I’ve spent a lot of my life accomplishing.

Working. Leading. Raising my children. Taking care of people. Fixing problems. Building things. Surviving things.

But the older I get and the closer I grow to God, the more I realize that what matters most to me is how people felt because I was there.

I want my children to remember that their mom loved them fiercely and pointed them toward Jesus.

I want the people I work with to remember that I believed in them.

I want the people who come across She’s Wild & Worthy to feel like there was a place for women who love Jesus but are still figuring things out.

I want people who have felt rejected, overlooked, or like their story made them less worthy to encounter something I wrote and think:

Maybe God still has something for me too.

Dorcas didn’t know those women would one day stand there holding the evidence of her kindness.

She was just living.

Serving.

Loving.

Doing what she could with what she had.

And maybe that’s the lesson I needed at the end of these 31 days.

I don’t have to change the whole world.

I just need to be faithful with the little piece of it God has placed in front of me.

One person.

One conversation.

One act of kindness.

One prayer.

One post.

One child who needs their mom.

One woman who needs reminding that God hasn’t forgotten her.

And then another.

And another.

Until one day, hopefully, there is evidence scattered everywhere that I was here, I loved people, and I loved Jesus.

Thirty one women.

Thirty one completely different stories.

And somehow God used every one of them.

That might be my favorite lesson of this entire series.

Because if God could use all of them, with their different personalities, mistakes, circumstances, gifts, and stories…

He can use me too.

And when my life is finished, I hope no one has to wonder what I lived for. I hope my life made Jesus impossible to miss.