Baby Steps
From early childhood, my mother would agree that I was one of
the most timid people you'd ever meet.
I was terrified to speak. Outside of family (my comfort zone),
I often never spoke.
Hiding behind my husband's coat tail for a number of years, he
was good at socializing. I just tagged along. Were it not for
him, I'd have never gone in the first place. I would have been
too frozen to speak. Having him around took a lot of pressure
off me. If I thought of a few lines, fine. But, otherwise, I
could enjoy following as he mingled among the people, with maybe
an occasional smile or two.
When the opportunity came to not have to play the church piano
or organ, but to finally get to sing in a church choir, I was so
grateful. Though I couldn't speak the words, I could share my
love for the Lord in song. It wasn't that I never wanted to play
again, because I did. It was just that I'd discovered a greater
ability to worship, making my heart the instrument.
As years came and went, growing in the Lord, God began showing
me prophetic things. Sometimes, those things were so wonderful
I'd feel like I was about to burst just to tell someone. When
I'd attempt to share, people would immediately quote scripture
so fast I couldn't take it all in to even know if I agreed or
disagreed with their point. It was so intimidating, I'd close my
mouth and just slither away. When messages came with urgency,
I'd have to share 'do or die'. It's God's Word to share such
things or the blood will be upon your hands. Yet, because of
their unbelief, God gave me a stammering tongue so others
wouldn't understand what I was trying to express. It truly
became a long term thorn in the flesh. I'd spend hours, days,
and weeks (and sometimes even months) just laboring to make one
important point in a way that others could finally get it.
Often feeling like I think the Apostle Paul must have felt,
excellent in knowledge but rude in speech, my words would often
create unintended offences. Being misunderstood became a hurtful
way of life. Walking on eggs was a royal pain, mostly on my part
- never being aloud to be real. Retreating, I'd often find
comfort in expression through pen.
Having had the opportunity of first hand observance of some of
the most wonderfully gifted encouragers in the world, and the
effect they had to lift up people ... one day, God said, "Now,
it's your turn." I couldn't speak! I'd already promised God I'd
go where He'd send me, "But, you know I can't speak!!!"
It isn't that I refused to go. I truly wanted to keep my word
to God. But, if I walked up to someone - my brain would go dead.
Words seemed to vanish. "God, you know that!"
God responded, "Well ... could you say that you like their
tie?" I paused, then responded, "It might kill me, but I 'can'
say that." After working up some courage, I walked up to the
person God directed me to and said energetically, "I really like
that tie!" The guy seemed both startled and surprised, as if no
one had ever given him a compliment. He gave a big smile, but
his 'thank you', seemed to be the only thing he could figure out
to say (as if he'd never had opportunity to say it before).
Shew! I was glad that was over.
God showed me a lady, wearing a red dress. Passing in a church
crowd, I made mention of how nice that color looked on her. Her
face lit up and her mouth flew open. But, no words followed. It
was as if no one had ever noticed before. She was both pleased
and speechless. But, moving on through the crowd, it didn't
leave time for her to feel pressured to respond. Though just for
a brief moment, it felt good to have made a difference. Then God
said, "See that lady over there? Go say something nice to her."
'Something nice' means I'd have to figure out what the
compliment is. I looked and saw she was wearing a pretty broach.
I had the first line, but she filled in all the rest. It's just
amazing how people's faces would light up when someone
acknowledged their presence. All I had to do was speak first,
then we'd find amazing things to discuss.
Oh, man. This was so cool! Just say something to the person in
need that God shows you and stand back and see what He does with
it. (Faithful is He who called you, who also will do it.) Hey!
God's Word works!!!! And sometimes, all they need is someone to
care that they came.
I was getting pretty good at this. Man this was a breeze. Just
about that time ... God upped the ante. "Now, I want you to go
say something spiritual." Oh, no! Of all things, this would be
harder. "Bubububut, God, you didn't tell me what to say!"
"Observe," He said. "Find something nice to say about their
ministry."
Every time I'd get comfortable, God would say, "Let's learn
something else."
(Once, years ago, I was in a crowd and someone came from behind
and touched my shoulder to get my attention. Feeling something
spiritual happen from head to toe, I immediately had to turn and
see who it was that touched me. It was so awesome, I never
forgot it. The only explanation I know of is that his spirit
transferred to mine.)
Again, God sent me with a message to another lady, before
church was to start. This one wasn't even a really big deal. It
was just something she needed to be informed of. But, she had a
crowd gathered as she stood gabbing about the weather. I waited
patiently for at least 10 min. and it was almost time for church
to start, still not having gotten her attention.
I asked God what I was suppose to do. He said, "Remember the
touch? Now it's your turn. Reach up and ever so gently place
your hand upon her shoulder, then wait for her response."
The lady finished her sentence, turned around and spoke to me
in such a spirit, I think my knees almost melted. She ministered
to me in such a miraculous way, I was in awe. Her speech
instantly moved from insignificant to spiritual. It was so
wonderful that I turned to see if anyone else had seen it. I
almost said out loud, "Did you see what God just did!?!" But,
they didn't see. The crowd had vanished. They'd missed a blessed
opportunity to witness the Power of a Touch.
In big ways and little ways, I began practicing the things I'd
learn. Whenever I couldn't remember someone's name, which was
most of the time, if I so much as tapped their shoulder, they'd
greet with an instant smile. I'd say, "Hi", to people on the
street - something they hadn't heard since years gone by (unless
they'd visited the South). I'd look to notice little things, in
letting others know their ministries were appreciated.
There's a verse that says the giver receives the greater
blessing. I found it to be very true, as these people would
begin ministering to me! And, as someone would begin to care
about them, they were in turn multiplying seed by caring about
others. My youngest daughter once said, "Mom, that is so weird,
walking up and talking to and helping people you don't even
know." Could it be that this very thing of encouraging others
could even be contagious on the streets? I don't know, but
people are a lot kinder in our local stores than they were just
a few years ago. I never was able to be an encourager in the
same way that others were. But, God didn't call me to be someone
else. And with each new step, I learned something wonderful
about God.
Next, He sent me to a visitation training program. Then I knew
God had lost His mind! But, I'd already promised I'd go wherever
He called and I'd already gone farther than ever imagined. (I
didn't say I didn't dread it though.) But, much to my amazement
and appreciation, God didn't make me learn all the perfect
quotes and memorizations. I didn't have to practice how to
intimidate other people with scripture. I failed the course, was
accused of not submitting to authority, and was asked to leave
the class. God never promised there would be no pain. But even
amidst a hurt greater than I had ever known inside a church, not
even good enough to serve God, He gave me a very special
promise. The words He'd written upon my heart, He would bring to
remembrance whenever I needed them. God had something different
in mind for me to learn ... how to minister, looking to the
needs of their heart. In my weakness, God became my strength.
And, I finally learned to speak by taking Baby Steps.
God doesn't call the equipped. He equips the called. I Co.
1:27-31