Dear younger self,
You have come to a place
where you can no longer deny
the reality of the Lord's presence
how He had been calling and calling you
and your closed ears would not hear.
You are ready to open your heart
to give Him room.
You have made a choice, a decision.
Those who have helped you along the way
suggest you will soon become a mouthpiece for Him.
This is where the fear settles.
You want to keep this private.
You respond with stubborn anger.
I don't want to be a ($@^#$* minister.
No one will make me talk about this.
Your fists are clenched
holding tight to your emotions.
You are not ready to see what I see now.
You can't see the fire that will settle
deep in your bones and move your tongue
to not only speak
but shout, declare, sing His praise.
You can't see how the future spreads
wide over years of learning to surrender.
But in time your eyes will open.
You will be where I am know
planning to travel to the other end of the world
to share His story, His wonder, His glory.
writing a letter to my self with Velvet Ashes
and joining Lisa-Jo where the word is see