To Be A Living and Abiding Voice

A Living and Abiding Voice

It’s my goal. I have many goals, but this is the most important.  Also the most difficult. The most lonely. The most rewarding. 

It’s why I’m here. Right? 

Throughout my life, as far back as I can remember, I didn’t really have a voice. Not an audible voice, but a say. 

Oh sure, they ask, but don’t listen.  Then sometimes just didn’t ask. 

I did talk a lot though. About anything really. Just to be heard. When I was 15 my friend’s dad nicknamed me Motormouth. Funny I thought. I still use it today. It suits me.

I developed anxiety over it. suffered with it for years.  Sometimes even now. But, I’ve learned that it’s not all that important, that people don’t hear me. It’s not my say that matters.

I shared with another friend recently that I dream of someday having a speaking ministry.  She created this blog.  

She says many people begin with a blog.  Like the Pioneer Woman.  

I am witty at times. I love to make people laugh.  I love laughter.  I think I missed my true calling – comedian.

I have spent the better part of the last 10 years speaking with women, counseling women, teaching women. 

Many times they thank me for having just the right thing to say. Blessing them with my words.  Truth be told they are not my words. Not my wisdom. Just my voice.

That’s when it clicked. It’s not about me, my thoughts, my opinions, my say.  It’s about His.

Anxiety gone. 

Cool huh?