Blesses My Soul When I Hear It

It wasn't until today that I realized I hadn't said it....
Well, actually I have, but in acronym form:

I love you!

Yep, I'm talking to you.
I don't know, I just felt the need to
say it and I don't think you mind
Many of us don't hear it enough anyhow.

Okay, so, now that I've said it, let me explain why I am behaving so amourously.
You are a blessing to me (even if you don't leave a comment). The fact that you look forward to my writings, even if you don't read them all, fills my heart with joy.

I love to hear it myself...just about as much as I love to say it. It sound so unctuous when we are serious about it.

I LOVE YOU!

Now, I have to tell you what was going on today and yesterday (that may give you a hint about why I have met your eyes with such veneration).

You have a story. Your story may not be the same as mine; however, you do have a story to tell.

Some of us are ashamed of our story. We just don't know how people will react to it or what they may think of us afterward, so we bury it...and it makes us sick.

A friend of mine applauded me for being so candid in both of my blogs, this one as well as Why I Cant
Date: Memoirs of a Single Woman (http://whyicantdate.blogspot.com). I had another friend of mine who stated that she was saddened by many of the things she didn't know I was going through. She even went so far as to say that she wanted my books to come out so that I could show the people who abandoned me.

I appreciated both friends admonishment. It felt good for someone to care about what has occurred in my life...every drastic turn and even more that they were reading every entry as if my story had already made it to print.

That's when I thought about it. It took so much for me to do this blog. I'm homeless. I'm a teacher. I have students, colleagues, family, friends, old classmates...you name it on my Facebook, yet I announced it to everyone. I got so tired of being cryptic. I didn't want to hide my face anymore. I didn't want to remain silent. I was tired of think about what others would say behind my back. I did it for a few days and I felt sorry for myself:

It's all my fault I thought. I'm a bad mother!

Suddenly, the Holy Spirit arrested me and I didn't resist. God reminded me that He would bless nations through my story. He didn't want me to worry about the naysayers and prognosticators. He wanted me to think of the lives that would be touched by our story. The souls that would regain lost hope. The prodigal who had lost his/her way. The Chrisitan who went against God's will and still had a house...still had their riches...those who were taking both His mercies and His wealth for granted. The seemingly forgotten ones who believed that they were valueless. God has something in my story for everyone.

The same is true with your story. Maybe you don't feel comfortable writing (not everyone will). However, if you have a voice or hands and fingers to sign, you can tell your story. There is someone out there waiting for you to say: I've been through this and sometimes I feel this way or that way, but I make it though everyday by God's unmerited favor over my life...His grace!

When was the last time you started telling your story, not so much for you to tell someone about Jesus, but so that they could SEE Jesus in you?

Think about it. If you're holding on to your story, you're both complicating your healing time as well as cutting short someone's deliverance:

"Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results." James 5:16 NLT

I admonish you to share your story. When we have a story and remain silent, our enemy has the victory! We rob both ourselves and others of the healing Jesus died for. ILY brothers and sisters!

Don't worry about what others will think of you, share your ministry and be healed. You have nations waiting with bated breath & hungry ear...What in the world are you waiting on?

I will always pray for you and with you. You can still reach me at yolandwhitted@msn.com If you want, we can even share stories. I do love you!