I recently came from a conference and I was astounded by the number of individuals who said they read my work at MissTolentino.com.
You could just imagine the happiness and uneasiness I felt when they began discussing with me their thoughts on specific subjects I wrote.
As I began to ransack my brain of what I wrote on a particular topic, deep inside I was quivering and hoping that ‘Lord, I hope it glorifies you…’ and that I didn’t publish anything offensive or what not.
To be able to write is a privilege. I always tell myself that not everyone can express themselves through words. I am thankful for this gift, however, I am also held responsible for the words that come out of me.
But the things that proceed out of the mouth come from the heart,and those defile the man.
As more and more people read my website, the more I am careful of the content I publish in it.
Also, with the audience that I am reaching, the age range vary from as young as 16 to 50 years of age, it’s those 16 and below that I am very careful of.
I have nieces, younger cousins and God-daughters who go through my wall, rummage through my photos and read my posts. If they see anything provocative, or behavior unbecoming of a mature servant of the Lord, I won’t have the opportunity to explain or correct whatever it is that I posted. My opportunity to reach them is forever lost.
With this website, I am twice as accountable for the things published here. This is why I always re-examine the content, to make sure that it passes His exact standards.
Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.
– Philippians 4:8
I put my name here as my testimony that a real person is behind this website; thinking, creating, writing.
It is indeed a privilege but I have come to fully understand that it is also a responsibility: to be mindful, to be encouraging and to be careful of the words that precede my heart.