Voice

This is a bit personal, but I just read something that reminded me to share, even when I thought it was too personal or mundane. So, here goes...

As of late, I have been rather depressed and despondent, ready to pack up and move back to my old life. I’ve thought of leaving dreams behind and starting over in a new direction. I know that this is a season of growth and learning, but growing pains hurt. And there is no Tylenol to lessen the pains of the heart or quiet the stretching of the mind. I know that I need to step back and allow God to do what He’s doing, but there are times when all I want to do is invade the driver’s seat and steer for a while. Especially when I feel like my voice is gone, it’s never heard or, at least, it’s never met with open ears. I’m not saying that I have the best advice around, or that everyone should just listen to me rattle on all day long. But, I would like some acknowledgement or to know that my concerns and opinions are of value. Don’t just talk over me or shove me in a corner. If I matter and you want me to listen, maybe you should lock your lips every once in a while. I don’t mean to step on toes, and if it makes you feel better, I just stepped on my own – how often have I made God feel this way. “Oh, you have something to say, God. Well, just let me finish… Wait, that made me think of this… Oh, and… What was it you wanted to tell me? Oops, I gotta go, it’s time for...” Maybe if I stopped to listen I would be a little more fulfilled and His words would come pouring out, whether someone’s listening or not. That’s my prayer for tonight – may I lock my lips long enough for His message to become my heart song, a song so loud it reverberates out of me!