The Thing That Has Me Afraid...

Can I get honest? I’m scared.

Maybe the right word is afraid.

I’m afraid.

I don’t have a perfect starting paragraph that is going to grab you. I’ve deleted it and started over several times already.

Here is what I am going to do; I’m just going to write.

Holy Spirit
I’m afraid we are missing the people in front of us. I’m not talking about the people that we live with, our kids and/or our spouses, if we don’t have that right then stop reading and make that right first.

I’m talking about our fellow Christian brothers and sisters. I’m talking about those that have heard about Jesus, but can’t decide if they want to get out of the boat and follow Him. These last few months after speaking at different events, I had the privilege of all sorts of women come to me and tell me they were going through some difficult times in their marriage, how they were struggling with addictions, or even how they feel like they are not good enough for God’s love.

Women that are dealing with their present moment or their past experiences and can’t seem to get free for the future.

And to tell you the truth I hate it!

I hate that women in our churches are feeling unloved and unwanted. I hate that women in our neighborhoods or at our schools are feeling not good enough or unqualified. I hate that women in our workplaces or even sitting next to us are feeling worthless and ashamed.

Here we have all the big lights, big platforms and big speakers. We see pictures of thousands of women that gather in one place and call it a Women’s Conference or Retreat. We see social media blow up with just the perfect words of inspiration that is worthy of a repost or a share.

Yet, we have a woman that has lost a child or another who has been through a heart-wrenching accident that leaves their child permanently altered. We have women that are in abusive homes. We have young girls struggling with sexual abuse from a father. We have death, and pain, and tears falling down eyes and yet, we see women gathering in thousands while God is seeing the very one that needs an encounter from Him.

So maybe this is just me, but I’m pledging.

I don’t want it.

I don’t want the lights, I don’t want the big platform, I just want God.

I am tired of seeing hurt where there shouldn’t be.

Yes, we live in this world, but we are not part of it.  We are separate from it.

I’m not saying we won’t go through difficult times. Lord, knows I’ve had my share.

But, I refuse to have this voice God has given me to bring attention on myself.  I want nothing to do with it if that is the case.  I want to walk into a room where women leave differently than when they came in.  They leave knowing who they are in Christ. They leave knowing that His promises over their life have and will not change. That He will not fail you. That He does Love You no matter what you have done. Having a confidence that you are who God says you are.

I want none of it. I want none of me and All of Him.

Let's start a revival. Who will join me?