I have always been a talker. I apologize to anyone I have ever said anything to that was offensive. It really wasn’t my intent; it just took me 35 years to figure out that “Loose Lips Sinks Ships.”
Occasionally, I remember a situation or something I have said and I silently sigh and roll my eyes. There have been times my husband asks me what I am thinking. He will say, “You just breathed heavy.” My reply, “I just thought of something stupid I said.” His reply, “When?”
In other words, this is a typical conversation in our home and he no longer tries to help me feel better about the situation. Sometimes we laugh about it, although that lightens my modification, it does not eliminate it.
I can remember telling Todd in Kindergarten that I built Frosty the Snowman and he came to life. Good grief! Not even a good lie.
I can remember making fun of a kid named Dusty in the 8th grade. I was the poor chubby kid, I had no right on so many levels.
I can remember dumb things I said in high school and college. I wouldn’t even know which example I could throw your way since there are so many to choose from.
My mouth has been my biggest obstacle and yet when my words are used well, it is my best asset.
I identify myself as a woman of many words. Truly, there is no better definition. I just absolutely, totally, completely love words, both spoken and written.
Last week, I was asked to speak at the local Moms Next. It was a great morning and I walked away knowing I connected with women from my community. It felt like a perfect fit.
This weekend, I had the opportunity to be on a Mother’s Day Panel at church and I loved every minute of it. I loved coming up with the questions, deciding on the best chairs to use, finding the perfect pink bows (that honestly no one saw because we were sitting on the chairs, but I knew they were there), and hosting the panel. Today, I feel energized because I know God was with us and allowed all five of us to share parts of our own parenting stories to encourage other women.
This afternoon, I was watching a service from Church of the Highlands in Alabama. Pastor Chris Hodges was talking about how the Holy Spirit gives us gifts that enable us to make a difference. He shared how he was on a completely different path in his younger years and had no intention of being a pastor. Now he is the lead pastor of the largest church in Alabama and one of the largest in our nation. He said that he isn’t proud of what God has done in the church, he is amazed. He said, “I was made for this.”
That is how I feel today. Truly, I was made for this. I was made for ministry. I was created to be a woman of many words, not so I can speak my mind, but so I can speak his heart. I am not the best speaker out there. I can tell you all my flaws and all my habits that drive me nuts both in my writing and my speaking, but I am the best at telling my story. In fact, there isn’t anyone out there that is as good at being me…as me.
And when it comes to using words…I got this!
What is it dear friend that God has given you? What gift has he placed within you so that you can make a difference? Are you managing that gift well?
To be honest, I sometimes hit it out of the park and other times I hide under the bleachers. The enemy of my soul wants me to question who God has created me to be. Jesus is right there with me whispering that he knows I can do it, he believes in me, and he will never leave me.
He feels the same way about you.
So let’s leap towards what we were made for…and come alive in him. Let us throw everything off that hinders us from running our race. Pursue who God has created you to be and don’t stop until you find it. Don’t stop until you can say, “I was made for this.”
I am a girl passionately in love with Jesus, my husband, and my children. I am forever learning how to live a life completely undone for my God. This blog is about my journey and a few funny stories in between.