The Mouse that Squeaked

This is the story of a mouse. Let’s call him Pipsqueak. He was small. He was fuzzy. But his voice was unique. He squeaked.

He was surrounded by bigger creatures: birds, beasts, people. They had such big voices. Their voices carried far further than Pipsqueak’s. Early on, that bugged little Pip. He wanted his voice to be more like the others’. He wanted his voice to go places. So he pretended to sound like everyone else. He made his voice sound bigger and joined in the chorus of everyone else. It sounded forced. It wore little Pip out.

Finally, he gave up. He embraced his squeak. And he started squeaking.

Pretty soon, people started noticing his squeak. It wasn’t the millions he was hoping…but a few people listened. His squeak was unique. It sounded different than the other voices. It was refreshing.

I am that mouse.

My voice is small. I don’t have the same voice as those giants I admire. I don’t have the same expertise or influence. But my voice is unique. And I’ve decided to use it.

And some people are listening. Maybe it isn’t the massive crowd I’d like…but that’s ok. If I had tried to make my voice like everyone else’s, nobody would be listening at all.

See, the world doesn’t need more of the same voices. It doesn’t need more imitators. It needs people who are willing to own their unique squeak.

You have particular experiences and expertise that makes you unique. And the world needs to hear that. They need to hear your unique perspective – your voice. They don’t need more Jon Acuffs or Craig Groeschels. They need you.

Don’t be afraid of your voice – even if it’s just a squeak. Be brave. Stand on your hind legs. And squeak for the world to hear.

That’s what I’m trying.

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