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Coffee for Your Heart: Life Words

Linking up with Coffee for You Heart with Holley Gerth.  Her posts are always so encouraging.  Check them out! http://holleygerth.com/

            Today I want to talk about when God speaks to you using the voice and words of His people.  It always amazes me.  It’s happened several times in my life, but every time it does it always takes my soul breath away for a few seconds.  When I think about the fact that only God can orchestrate moments like that.  
            Just yesterday in the common and most ordinary sick day, I was gifted with God’s attention through the words of another.  Again.
            While going through reading exercise with my first grader I thought about texting a friend of mine I had not talked with in quite a while.  Just to check on her and make sure all was okay.  We are not close friends, just friends.  But I didn’t.  Not thirty minutes later she sent me a stream of messages.  Totally surprising me.  We do not talk on the regular.  As our conversation unfolded it became clear that we were supposed to talk.  She has been recovering from some surgery and so I thought I should encourage her, but instead God used her to encourage me.  I was shocked.  How could she know what I was thinking when I never share those parts of my heart with her and we do not even talk on the regular?
She without me even saying it addressed a fear I was having.  A fear that I was not making the best choice for my kids.  A fear that made me question myself and my capabilities.    In this unfamiliar road of homeschooling my oldest daughter I was really feeling quite discouraged about the progress we were making.  Am I not a very good teacher?  Why can’t we seem to break though this road block to reading?  Isn’t education supposed to be fun?  Didn’t I always love school?  She does too until we sit down to labor over reading.  It drains us both dry. 

I did not bring these thoughts to my friend and she did not know it. 
One of her opening texts read, “Keep the faith that you are doing what’s best for your girls!” And she’s a professional in the field.   A reading specialist at a local public school.  She also went on to tell me exactly what I already knew that kids all learn at different stages and there are things way more important than the current gridlock my oldest daughter and I were presently in.  I needed to hear all of this and I was humbled at the way she spoke to my heart when I felt like I was supposed to be the one encouraging her. 
I took what she said straight to heart like God’s personal message to me that He sees.  He is the God who sees me.  Like Hagar said in Genesis. My friend had no idea of knowing God whispered His messages to me through her.  She was the messenger of affirmation.  Honestly a very unlikely one.  If the message bearer had been my mom or my husband I probably wouldn’t have listened as well; however, this seemingly random friend that doesn’t know me deeply told me what I needed to hear and I knew it was nothing short of God’s mindfulness in my life. 

That has happened to me many times before.  And I know it is no coincidence.  I try to be that word of courage to people when I believe God wants me to.  Sometimes I wonder that God uses others to tell us what He has already tried to tell us.  We seem to hang onto it when the words of His heart come out of the mouth of another. 
To sum it up it reminds me of a quote from one of my favorite books, Love Does by Bob Goff, “ Words of encouragement are like that.  They have their own power.  And when they are said by the right people they can change everything.  What I’ve found in following Jesus is that most of the time, when it comes to who says it we each are the right people. And I’ve concluded something else.  That the words people say to us not only have shelf life but have the ability to shape life.” I think that Proverbs says it like this, “ The tongue has the power of life and death.” We’ve all known the sting of words that are verbal weapons, but can we really think for a minute that our words have the power of life in them?  To breathe life into dusty desolate hearts. We get to be skin in this game.  We get to be God’s vehicle of choice.  “We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making His appeal through us.” (2 Corinthians 5:20). 

God uses simple us to speak extravagant truths from His beautiful heart of love.  When He prompts me to, I want to be that messenger.  Even if it’s to the person I would never think of speaking to.  God is always surprising us in the most unpredictable ways.  Isn’t that what love does?  Keeps us on our toes, gifting us with Hope in the most unlikely of places?  Showing us in every day moments that He knows what is going on when we have never thought to tell Him. 

David described the wonder of a God who cares about what lies beneath us, “You have searched me, Lord, and you know me.  You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.  You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.  Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord know it completely. “ Psalm 139. 

Really behind all these life giving conversations we glimpse what David did.  That God knows us in a greater depth than even we do.  He knows and He cares.  That’s something to marvel about.  “Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.” 


Even in the most ordinary of moments you words can be messengers of Hope, gifts of life, and filled with God’s love. 
If a picture is worth a 1000 words perhaps the right words spoken aptly create the picture you want your life to become. 

Comments

  1. Somer,
    I love it when someone speaks to me as if their words are coming straight from God -- and I think they are, many times! I am always in awe that God knows us so intimately and cares about how we can best receive a message or word of encouragement. They are life-giving conversations indeed! :)

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