Have you ever had a conversation with someone and walked away a completely different person?
Yesterday, a friend and I shared some salty tears via Verizon. One of us needed it pretty badly. One of us needed to be reminded of her purpose. One of us got clotheslined this week (again) and one of us can’t ever seem to remember that silence is her Kryptonite.
That would be me.
Kathleen and I have spent years learning how to use fewer words to communicate more. Our babies were babies when we began talking regularly. She’s always lived an hour away, so the amount of time we’ve spent face to face over the last 15 years has consisted mostly of drive-bys to trade maternity clothes and all sizes of jerseys, jackets, and cleats. She went back to work several years ago and I’ve expanded my studio hours so between businesses and running our children to all manner of child-like activities, our talks are fewer and further between.
I won’t lie, its not my favorite. I can be an umbilical cord sort of friend though so it’s good for me to learn to say truer things with fewer words. These days when we talk, every word carries weight and yesterday we covered big successes (she’s in line for a promotion very soon and I’m so proud of her), some sad situations, and then we prayed. Honestly, I wanted her to pray and I planned to follow with a faint “what she said” and call it church. Something deep within me though, the shadow of hope that sits in my gut maybe, began pushing upward. It took work and belief and real vulnerability to sit with my friend in complete brokenness before God and offer the sacrifice of my smothered, breathy words.
Powerful shifts in the atmosphere happen when we pray with friends who share our theology of the Holy Spirit. Let me say that again.
Powerful shifts in the atmosphere happen when we pray with friends who share our theology of the Holy Spirit
So, when the words made it to my mouth in halted, whispered phrases, it wasn’t long before I could think clearly again. Within a few minutes, while reminding God who he is and what he does, I started to remember who I am and who he created me to be.
One of the reasons I love Kath is because she reminds me who I am by linking arms with me instead of pointing fingers or pulling on my hands. Though she’s wired to be an encourager she doesn’t shirk away from pain.
Sometimes, I believe pit-of-hell lies that undermine my calling and I don’t even realize it’s happening. In these moments, I sell short belief in my Destiny and therefore, my belief in God. She lives out of her own Destiny though and when I simply cannot take one more step or say one more word, she knows how to lean into my pain in a way that propels me forward. It’s as if we’re standing back to back while she gently throws the weight of her belief against my paralytic self. She’s wired with the ability to move people forward while their feet are planted in intricately, etched concrete.
No thank you, I’m not going any further, I’ve reached the end of the road and shall stay here. Just throw me a high pile blanket, some markers to color the concrete and I’ll be fine. No worries, I’ll bathe in my tears, I’ve heard saltwater is good for the skin.
When the amens had been said, I had already begun to feel peaceful rush that follows invisible spiritual work. The Holy Spirit does the heavy lifting, but something in the way this trust-walk works must begin with me and my big mouth. When I chose to speak life instead of curses, when I chose to believe with my mouth true things about the God and Father of my soul, magic began to happen.
I felt better.
I saw clearer.
The world was lighter.
And I began to remember, I was made for this life I’m living. Purpose is discovered as a result of acting as if the bible is true. Whether we feel our purpose, see our purpose, or can define our purpose right away, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that when we believe what God says in the bible. What matters is that we speak it with our mouth. Because when our lives don’t go the way we thought they would, speaking truth with our mouths restores goodness and purpose and hope. And magic happens, soul renewal right here in The Land of the Living.
One of the places I find most joy is connecting with other women, listening for ragged edges of brokenness they’re encountering and then feeling the brush with God that comes when we share our hardest stories. That might sound like some kind of twisted way to find joy, but if you’ve experienced it, you’re nodding your head right now because you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Sharing with other people means opening my mouth and speaking, so when Kathleen Voxed me this short sentence just a few minutes after we got off the phone, words that had been lodged in my chest for days, began to break free.
If Satan can keep you silent, he’s winning.
I’m motivated by winning. It’s just true. Sometimes it can be destructive to my relationships but when it comes to throwing down with evil? I’m all over it!! These words instantly became my battle cry as the holy spirit blew through my soul and filled up my lungs. Bring it baby, mama got things to say today and she gonna use you to do it.
The story isn’t quite over and someday I’ll tell you what happened a few hours later. But even though I don’t know exactly what’s next in my pursuit to use my gifts, you can bet in a couple of weeks, the same struggle with silence will resurface. When it happens I will remind God of who he is, and be reminded of who I am and you may here me shout from over here on Carmelita Blvd.
Lord, I will give thanks to you with all my heart.
I will tell about all the wonderful things you have done.
If you haven’t met my friend Kathleen, would you pop on over to her place and say hello? You can also find her over here on the FB. Believe me, you want to know this one! She’s a wealth of information about all things oily and has been on a Young Living journey for much more than a decade. I’m not gonna lie, I used to think she was sniffing too much of the stuff. But then, life and kids and injuries and an insurance crisis and THEN she gave me an oil, White Angelica, to help with my mood. As I began to use it religiously, a sort of Land of the Living self-care began to intersect with spiritual mercies that are new every single morning. I have a long way to go on my wellness journey, but I can say without one hesitation that using oils regularly is helping to repair broken places in my soul, rewire my thinking and provide my family with alternative health treatments.
I’m shamelessly trying to help Kathleen with her promotion today. She has until midnight to meet her goal. Here are a couple of links if you’d like to check them out.
Link to tell you all about White Angelica. If you have questions, comment below and I’ll try to answer them.