“…yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will grant her justice, so that she may not wear me out by continually coming.” – Luke 18:5, NRSV
A voice. Many times I have lacked one.
We are conditioned to forfeit our voice. Simple greetings solicit forgettable, verbal status updates. Often, if I say too much, I grow ashamed of my voice. I hope, secretly, that the cashier doesn’t think that I am too lonely.
Some days I do not fit into 140 characters.
To the disappointment of the world, perhaps, many words are heavy in my mind.
My words are heavy in His mind, too.
When I am alone with God, rules of verbal limitation are struck down with thunder bolts and rained upon with fire. Alone with Him, each letter is suspended and every name is held in consideration.
By some miracle, this same voice that complains about drivers and grocery store lines rises past the skyscrapers and mountains, beyond the jet streams and clouds. My words do not stop until the find the throne room. The same plea rises, over and over, supernaturally transforming to incense before my God.
So, I speak. I ask, again and again.
If, I catch myself. If I become conscious that I am speaking into an empty room. If I think that I should be quiet, that I should rest the ear of God, He persists even more.
He does not want me to leave until every sigh, every smile, every tear, every petition and every concern has escaped the vault of my heart. Even when I am silent with Him, I know that He only wants more of me. What I cannot give in words, He takes in emotion. He draws everything out, makes me look at it, and then replaces it with precious truths that deserve purer lips then mine.
He wants my voice. He wants more and more of it.
That is what I did not believe about quiet times…before.
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Beautiful, beautiful words, Tracy! I love the imagery of the same voice that complains about traffic and grocery store lines rises above skyscrapers right to the throne room of God. It is unbearably awesome to really consider that this is actually what happens when His children utter prayers to Him. Reading this today it makes me want to spend more and more and more of my time before Him bringing every thing in the vault of my heart. You are wonderful, Tracy. I cannot really describe how much I’ve enjoyed these last two posts. They’ve been so good for my heart.
I am so pleased that He is drawing you in, Kara. It is so powerful to be called to time with Him. I needed this message, too. I am so excited for you.
Wow Tracy! I love this. It is so on time for me (cause that’s how God does) as I rediscover my voice in Him. Blessings to you!
What an honor to have you here! Yes, He has brought us together for this time. Thank you for leaving me a note. Rediscovering your voice, that sounds yummy. Let me know if you find something shareable.
Beautiful… absolutely beautiful!
Beautiful… absolutely beautiful!!
Oh to pour our hearts out completely and just be before Him. Thanks for visiting. It was great to hear from you.
Good to see you, Ginger. Just be before Him. Exactly.
I think sometimes I am so scared of my own voice. That is not enough.
I need to get over that fear and see that He has created me…completely…voice and all to be His.
Your word imagery is beautiful…the mental pictures it brought to mind will keep me company for a while. And challenge me to lift my voice, my thoughts, my emotions, my all…to Him.
This was really precious. I loved it. Such a wonderful thought that he NEVER tires of hearing our voice and what we have to say.
God bless, Fiona