A writer, a singer, and an evangelist, all introduced to me by words.
I’d like to introduce them to you, in order of their appearance:
Fanny Crosby, the blind hymn writer who wrote “Blessed Assurance” and 8,000 other hymns during her lifetime. From her childhood, she thanked God every day for the gift of her blindness:
“Oh, what a happy child I am, although I cannot see! I am resolved that in this world contented I will be.
How many blessings I enjoy that other people don’t! So weep or sigh because I’m blind, I cannot, or I won’t!”
Mela Kamin, a stay-at-home Mom who was afraid her dream of singing was just that—a dream. Until God showed her: “there are no expiration dates on your gifts or your dreams.”
“What got me out on the battlefield? Someone pushed me. Once I started writing songs, everything I knew about myself came back into view. Then doors opened and people appeared.”
Sister Margo, a local almost 70-year-old with a bad back and aching knees who makes inmates cry.
“I tell them, ‘I love you.’”
They reply, “We get an angel face-to-face…Every day, every week, every hour, every second, I’m glad God brought her to my life.”
Blindness, life circumstances, weak knees.
None of the things on the resumes of their life disqualified them from being used by God.
They qualified them.
But what about me? Middle-aged, empty nest, messed up back, afraid-you-won’t-like-me, me? How qualified am I to be used by God?
I’ve been pondering this all week.
Then someone pushed me.
“If you knew Jesus was coming back this week, this month, this year, what completed manuscript would you most want to lay at His feet?”
It pushed me to my knees. It made me pray. It made me weep.
So I ran to find some words from “Papa” to help me:
This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike “What’s next, Papa?” God’s spirit touches our spirits and confims who we really are. Romans 8:17:15-16 (The Message)
“Grave tending life.”
When I’m too scared to step out and believe God can use me—is that the life I live?
Could God transform me from who I am, into a person able to pen words like:
I can only say…I hope so.
And I pray so.
I disqualified myself years ago based on distorted perceptions of who I am. And based on other people disqualifying me…at least that’s how I interpreted any inkling of rejection.
What a coward I now see that I am.
Content in my timidity to plant flowers on the graves of my failures and shortcomings. Living life as if it’s already over—unable to dream.
Words helped change my life this week…and they helped change me.
I pray God can use my words to help you.
And His Word to change you.
I’ve got a manuscript to live. Prayers to pray, tears to shed, and words to write.
If you’ve stopped dreaming, I pray God gives you a little push too. Because just like I needed the words these special women shared, I need what YOU share:
Be generous with the different things God gave you, passing them around so all get in on it: if words, let it be God’s words; if help, let it be God’s hearty help. That way, God’s bright presence will be evident in everything through Jesus, and he’ll get all the credit as the One mighty in everything—encores to the end of time. Oh, yes! 1 Peter 4:10-11 (The Message)
Remember–there’s no expiration date on God sized dreams.
So pass it around so we can all get in on it!
And Marlene—thanks for the push. I needed that!