I have been sitting with my laptop in front of me for close to two hours. I have started and subsequently deleted about a dozen different blog topics. Doing this every day has left me... speechless.
Now an Oehme at a loss for words is quite notable in and of itself. That just doesn't happen. Even my little granddaughter will gravitate toward a microphone in a room, look directly into the lens of any operating movie camera and begin singing. We just aren't a shy bunch. There is always something worth saying.
And this is the third time today I have been speechless.
The other two times were in a group of people who had gathered for a specific function. They were questioning God and His purposes. For a bit, I was speechless. I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't want to offend. I didn't want to appear preachy. More than that, I didn't want God to look bad.
As though that could actually happen.
And I became speechless in a room full of people. In my mind there were a myriad of remarks, bible verses and quotable quotes flying around in circles. Each was begging to be let out. I wasn't sure which ones to say. Nothing seemed quite right. And so I said nothing.
I repented to God for not saying the words I know to be true. For caring more about what people thought of me than what they thought of Him.
God is good. He has opened a door for me to go back and talk to those same people tomorrow. I have an opportunity to go back and share about the true and real love of God and His care for them.
I won't back down this time. I will be "prayed up" when I walk in the room. I will be bold enough to say what He leads me to say, but not so bold as to take the credit for those words myself.
If I allow God's spirit to speak through me instead of worrying about how I can word something to make it seem cute... or witty.... or extremely intelligent... the words I speak will bring life. They will build up. My words will encourage.
Tomorrow I will have a new chance to speak to the group of people I should have shared with today. I'm hoping the reason God is giving me a second chance is to show me He still trusts me to do this for Him. To share His love with people who don't know Him personally. To speak about Jesus.
I know I will have just the right amount of words to say.
And look at that.... my blog is finished. Again.
Psalm 81:10 Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it with good things.
I saw a magnet in a kitchsy little shop once which read "I should worry more because everything I have ever worried about has never happened."
It made me smile and many times I wish I had purchased that little magnet. It's a good reminder that worry is useless. I wish that idea by itself kept us all from doing it.
Here's where I stand on the whole "worry" issue. I worry. A little. Especially when things first pop up that might be damaging or agonizing. The checkbook gets a little low. Raising kids. Relationships. You know what I'm talking about, because you deal with the same issues from time to time.
After the initial "worry" phase has run its course, I am able to move on. It's not that I don't think about the things that bring stress. (hmmmm. double negative there, sorry) I do. I think of them often. The enemy of my soul is able to shoot those little darts of anxiety to me at the most inopportune times. But I have learned something in my 55 years and it's this: worry changes nothing. There you have it.
Worry is useless because ultimately God is in control of every situation. Every. Single. One. He has this whole "plan thing" worked out in advance and His promises to me are that He's going to work it out for His glory and my good. He has never let me down yet.
I am working on making a habit of going to God when things are piling up and tension is mounting. Usually this comes with a brief prayer that sounds something like this "take this thing away and please handle it." That is followed by a reading of one of many Psalms. My "go to Psalm" for worry is Psalm 28. "The Lord is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one." This morning a new verse came via email which is a verse I am claiming as my foundation for today: Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you. He will never let the righteous fall. (Ps. 55:22)
I could worry more than I do. It wouldn't really be all that difficult. But then I think about this... I like sleep. Sleep is a good thing; and, let's face it... I'm pretty good at it. So I might as well give my worries to God and let Him handle them. He's going to be up all night anyway.