All Our Words Belong To Him

I felt Him whisper it to me back in December. A word that slipped in and out of my thoughts. I tucked it away until January, the time I set aside each year to fast and pray for the coming months. As my hunger set in, I asked the Lord to confirm the word I couldn’t seem to shrug off. To be honest, the word scares me a little bit. Not in the way “surrender” did a few years ago. Whew, that one really pressed in hard. With hands stretch out, I gave over to the Lord areas of my life I held too tightly. My heart worked hard that year to trust deeper. But this new word comes with an expectation. Something tangible to do. And here’s the thing: I don’t do well with expectations. I either obsess over them, or rebel against them. But since I couldn’t deny the spiritual aroma surrounding this five letter word – the way it rested on my heart and aroused my mind – I opened myself to the possibilities it could bring, and asked the Lord to speak it to me again. And maybe even again {I’m high maintenance like that}. That’s when I began hearing friends and even people I don’t know nudging me to compile all my words and thoughts, to bring them together into one place. And then I asked the Lord to show me the word – as in literally let me see it with my eyes since the same pronunciation can be two different words. Within a few hours of asking God to boldly place the word before me, I opened Instagram and the very first picture in my feed was this:

There it was. WRITE. Big and bold for me to see. And I was humbled by God’s faithful response. Awhile later, I went back to find the picture to screen shot it and it wasn’t there. The person had removed it from her pictures…and I couldn’t help but think it had been posted just for me to see right then. It was nearly a week later that I thankfully stumbled upon the picture again, on the feed of @babybythesea, who originally posted it. And I’ve been offering prayers of blessings on this workshop every since.

I’m not sure what I’m being called to write. I have some sneaky suspicions, though. But whatever the Lord is laying before me, I will receive it with grace and a humble YES. For everything he’s ever given me is good. And so I will pray. And discern. And ask God to inspire within me words of truth that bring him glory and encourage his people in their own stories. I offer to the Lord all the words of my mouth, and those I scribble on paper. For all the words we’ve ever spoken, all the truth we proclaim, all these one little words we’re praying through — they all belong to him anyway.