I want to speak honestly for a moment. Maybe to you, maybe to myself. I don’t know who needs to hear this more, or wants to, for that matter. But if you’re out there trying to serve God in the quiet corners of the internet, I know what it feels like to put something out there that you know came straight from the heart of God… and hear nothing back but silence.
You write a blog post, you upload a teaching that took you hours to research and write, you share a Scripture that hit you like a freight train during prayer, and then, nothing. No feedback. No clicks. No sharing. Just stillness. And you start to wonder, did I miss it? Was this really from the Lord, or was that just me? Is anyone even listening?
This online space can feel like a wilderness. You pour out hours of prayer, tears, study of Aramaic and Hebrew and Greek, only to watch what you wrote fall flat in the world’s algorithm. You’re not trying to build a platform, you’re trying to build an altar. But it still stings when it feels like nobody shows up to worship.
I’ve had moments where I’ve hovered over the “delete” button, thinking, What’s the point anymore? And yet, every time I ask that question, His Word answers back.
Because Yeshua never told us to count numbers. He said to follow Him.
He said:
“When you pray, go into your inner room, shut your door, and pray to your Father who is in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.”, Matthew 6:6
That word “secret” comes from the Greek kruptos, it means hidden, concealed, not publicly seen. In other words, the work that feels invisible isn’t a mistake. It’s exactly where He told us to meet Him.
And then in Luke 17:10, He told His disciples something that wrecks every need for human applause:
“So you also, when you have done all that you were commanded, say, ‘We are unworthy servants; we have only done what was our duty.’”
The word He used for “duty” comes from the Greek opheilo, it literally means “something owed.” What you’re doing in your quiet obedience? That’s what’s owed to the King. You’re not doing it for recognition. You’re doing it because He’s worthy.
Even Yeshua Himself walked this. In John 6, after feeding five thousand and performing a miracle, the crowd followed Him… until He told them the truth they didn’t want to hear. Then they turned away. The Word says:
“After this, many of His disciples turned back and no longer walked with Him.”
, John 6:66
Even Yeshua had people walk away.
Even He saw numbers drop.
And do you know what He did? He looked at the twelve and said, “Do you also want to go away?” He didn’t change His message. He didn’t water it down. He didn’t chase them. He let them walk. Because obedience isn’t measured by who stays, it’s measured by who hears.
The ones with ears to hear? They will.
That brings me back to something Paul wrote to the Galatians, and this one has carried me more times than I can count:
“Let us not grow weary in doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”, Galatians 6:9
That phrase “grow weary” comes from enkakeo, to lose heart, to give in to inner fatigue. The kind that builds up when you keep pressing on with no visible reward. But he ties it to a promise: “in due season”, kairos, not chronos, not clock-time, but God’s appointed time, we will reap.
So I keep going. Not because I always feel strong. Not because I always see results. But because He said to.
And you? If you’re out there in your own little corner of the internet wilderness, posting Scripture, sharing what He showed you in the secret place, staying faithful even when it feels pointless, keep going. Don’t let the silence lie to you.
You are not forgotten. You are not unseen. And you are not crazy.
You are called.
And the One who called you is faithful.
You’re not writing for the crowd. You’re writing for the Shepherd. He sees every seed, even the ones that fall beneath the algorithm. Even the ones that take years to sprout. Even the ones that look like they died. None of them are wasted.
And when your race is finished, and you stand before Him, the metrics won’t matter. Not one follower count. Not one share. Not one comment thread. He’ll say:
“Well done, good and faithful servant.”
Not famous, not popular, not widely known. Just faithful.
And that… that’s what I’m running for.
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