Finding My Voice

There is a group of women at a church that we hold dear to our hearts who daily share their stories through blogging. These Harvest church ladies write; and their stories intertwine…. They minister to each other and all who read their blogs through their stories. At our sending churches my dear friends Kathy Oakes and Shannon Jones share and have a gift to grab our hearts and take us along through all they are journeying through in the Lord through their writings. All who read their words are touched or changed. My mom and sister always had this gift. These ladies have found their colors, their threads, their tapestry, and they are weaving ornate designs that speak of their journeys.... I am, in this season, trying to find my colors.

So I deeply admire the beautiful writings of these precious sisters, because I find that sitting down to share my heart is something that is harder for me to do in these past years of my journey. I want to find my voice again, and the heart that once longed to be vulnerable and had the courage to share as they do.

I'm wanting to stir up wells inside, of faith in the Lord, that truly testify to the truth that “all my springs are in You, Lord.” That is what the singers and the players of instruments in Psalm 87 said, when they were moved or inspired to write or sing! They understood well that depth of life, joy and sorrow, times of deep perseverance and times blessed increase, were from the hand of the Lord. The psalmists cried in Psalm 90, “teach us to number our days that we might gain a heart of wisdom… and so the beauty of the Lord be upon us and establish the work of our hands for us; yes establish the work of our hands.”

Not only did the psalmists understand where the inspiration to journey on from here came from, they desired that all that they worked at from that place of inspiration, would be built or established by Him. Oh, how I desire to have all that is established in our lives be kissed by Him. I want to write stories and sing songs of His praise and all that He is establishing and bringing forth in our lives.

I want to share what my sisters share… their heart, their lives. I want to find the words of the testimony of His grace in peaceful places of confidence and trust. I want to learn, like the psalmists, how to communicate it, write it, speak it forth... So for now, I’ll be found waiting for Holy Spirit inspired springs to well up from secret places of His love. I’ll be here finding my voice. Thanks to all these sisters and so many more for the nudge.