So far I've written and deleted this post
But that isn't what God wants me to share today.
And the more I struggle to NOT share it, the more deleting and retyping I have to do.
Not everyone is happy when we find our voice. They don't like their comfort being upset by growth. By change. By something new.
Some are happy for the change. But not for us. They see our voice as something to use. To manage. To own. They are watching for us to fall back on old habits. Their quiet cynicism a sharp barb. They expect us to fall. We are fallen people.
So they wait.
And sharpen their barbs.
I KNEW you couldn't keep it up. A tiger can't change it's stripes.
I KNEW you'd lose your cool.
Can't you just________________for once?
They miss the transformation. They miss the change in our hearts. The voice is only part of what we have found.
I will mutter. I will growl at inanimate objects. I will probably take a computer crash personally. That isn't my transformation. That isn't my voice.
I will see where my voice is not needed, and speak love as I leave.
I will refrain from going to an argument I've been invited to, and speak peace as I walk away.
I will brush away the cynical barb and instead of tossing it back, I will give it to Jesus.
These stripes are mine baby. No one really cares if a tiger is black on orange or orange on black.
I wrote a poem last week. This is part of it:
I don’t know where we are going, or when, limbo is so strange.
On the other hand, I wouldn’t miss this adventure for anything!
Praying for broken hearts and praising in the hallway.
On the other hand we have much to be thankful for.
Thankful for what makes us stronger, what passes us by.
On the other hand I fight against that which I can’t change.
It’s futile, I know, running back to a closed gate.
On the other hand sometimes I can be a hard learner.
We are told to praise in the hallway, waiting can be so hard!
On the other hand He never said not to make windows.
I am not a pretty church girl from a poster.
I'm standing in the hallway dreaming of a chainsaw to make some windows.
To cut a new door. To move this thing along.
I wanted to use my voice like a chainsaw the other day. I am so thankful God stayed my hand. Quieted my voice. Stilled my heart.
I wanted to know why I was no longer wanted. Why I was reduced to thanks for your interest. Why I wasn't worthy of more information. Better communication. I wanted to stomp my feet and toss some barbs of my own.
Ugh. Ugly, no? Yeah. But I didn't. That's the transformation. I didn't.
I accepted them for where they were at. I asked the questions. I left the answering to God.
And walked away. Unfollowed the page. Restricted their access to my life.
Guess what? They haven't noticed. And guess what else? That's okay. It isn't about me. It's about them. And God. And God working on them.
Mostly though. It's about me. And God working on me.
Come over and see what the other amazing #VoiceBloggers are sharing today on our last link up with Jo Ann. Don't worry though, there are more amazing things coming that we will do together! Promise.