I sit here weeping and broken, crying out, “I know there is more Lord!” I know You have called me to do more, more than sit within the comfort of these four walls. More than writing the mere words You put upon this page. More, Jesus, there is more. I sense it; I hear it-Your whisper, “Go and do for Me. Be the hands and feet of Me. Love and be loved.”
All of these whispers I hear, yet I stay, wondering how, where, when, even if it is really just me hearing me, or trapped in the fear of me. But then again I hear the whisper. “People need Me, they need to feel Me, see Me, and know Me. Let Me use you to be the Me in flesh. Go my child, you who are covered and wrapped up in Me…the very blood of Me. Go!”
Yet again I ask from the very brokenness of my longing soul, in words broken from my crying. “How Lord? Where? Who? Are You sure me? What if…”
“Just go, I will lead the way.”
“Who makes mouths? The Lord asked him. Who makes people so they can speak or not speak, hear or not hear, see or not see? Is it not I, the Lord? Now go, and do as I have told you. I will help you speak well, and I will tell you what to say.” Exodus 4:11-12
