She drove down the highway. Her thoughts careening through her mind at a speed faster than she was traveling and to a place farther than where she was going. She wrestled with the words that were bubbling in her mind. Finally, sensing she could no longer hold it in, she began to pray. Words spilled out of her mouth and up to God’s ears. People driving by would see a woman alone in a car babbling to herself, she was unconcerned. She just kept talking as if He were sitting in the seat beside her.
“God, really? Do you really know what you are asking me to do? You do realize that I am not credentialed enough to do this. We don’t have enough money saved to do this. What if no one ever reads what I write? Seriously, me?”
There was a gentle response back, “Why not you? Aren’t you the one who prays to be my hands and feet?”
“Well, yes, that is me, but….” A car swerved violently in front her, startling her out of her reverie. Just as she was about to honk her horn, she saw the personalized license plate’s message in big bold letters—“ TESTIFY”.
“Okay, okay, okay. I get it. Stop doubting and get to it. I’m a little perplexed about how to do this, but I’m sure you will show me a way.”
Two days later while reading JULIE AND JULIA: MY YEAR OF COOKING DANGEROUSLY, the answer leapt off of the page, “Nowadays anyone with a crap laptop and an Internet connection can sound their barbaric yawp, whatever it may be.”
“Yes, a blog. That’s it. Thank You, Lord.” She rolled out of bed and landed with a thud on the floor. Scurrying downstairs as fast as her bunny slippers would carry her; she quickly found and fired up her laptop. Within five minutes, she had created a blog where she could open her ‘barbaric yawp’ and TESTIFY.
A solid year has passed. She has blogged about her journey back to God and along the path to knowing Him better. The whole year she cried, laughed, procrastinated, sweated bullets, and prayed over what to say, how to say it, and if anyone is really even reading her posts. Tenderly, a response came one day while on a walk with her son.
She breathed in the fresh mountain air as the sun warmed her face and the breeze tickled her son’s wispy angel hair. She gazed up at the tall trees on both sides of the country lane. She noticed how small she and the boy were compared to the trees. The canopy swayed and danced to the wind’s unseen power. The branches and leaves cried out the lyrics to the wind’s soundless melody.
God tapped on her noggin, “The wind is a metaphor for the Holy Spirit and the trees are the disciples of Christ. ‘The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit*.’ As the Holy Spirit blows through your spirit, dance, sing, cry out and bend to My will. Through this, you declare my love for the world.”
She returned home with a spring in her step and a song in her heart. Eager to write about God’s words to her, she signed on to her blog. The blog opened up to the dashboard. On the toolbar, there was a new tab. “What’s this? Hmmm...Stats, what could that be.” She clicked the illuminated link. Instantly, a brightly colored map zoomed into focus. Her mind was trying to process what the image was telling her; then she noticed the statistics. For each country that was highlighted on the map, there was a number, a triple digit number. “Wait a second. Are you telling me there are more people reading these posts than me, my mother, and her two church friends? The cursor blinked as she read down the list, “United States, India, China, Russia, France, United Kingdom, Denmark, Malaysia, Nigeria, and Slovakia.
She sat back in her chair and let out an amazed sigh of praise to the God of the Universe, “Wow…Testify.”
*John 3:8 (NASB)
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