VOICE

   Recently, I began a journey on a local radio station as the morning co-host. I was really excited for this opportunity and ironically enough it has already come to an end. The journey was fun but more than that it was a test – a lesson – an engagement and now a new journey beings. (Let me clarify, this was not an engagement that will lead to a wedding, but an engagement that brought me closer to my Father.)

    There were quite a few reasons for the short journey of my radio career but the most important came from above. My faith was put to the test and I had to take a stand.

   One morning on my early commute to the station, it was just me and God awake or that’s what it felt like, the radio was on but all I heard was noise, not melodies, harmonies, lyrics but just noise. Something in my spirit told me to turn the dial KLOVE and then listen. So I did, but what I heard was not noise, I began to hear something different and then there was the still small voice that brings me to my knees every time.
  Gently He prodded me, “Faith, you live in a world of noise. Let the voice I gave you be different. Let it be My Truth.”
 
  If that didn’t stop me dead in my tracks, nothing would. I don’t remember actually driving the rest of the way, but all that mattered was that I knew what I had to do. I did not want to be more noise in this world.

   We do live in a world where there’s so much noise – voices everywhere—just noise, not really saying anything or anything of value but just noise. I was convicted immediately and realized, as usual, He is right. I don’t want the voice He gave me to be more noise. I want it to reiterate His heart in me, in my life. I want “my” voice to stand out in His love, in His truth to Him glory and not be more noise.

   This was a major conviction for me – overnight in a whirlwind my sphere of influence was now heard on FM airwaves but it was limited to gossip and judgment, and that is not who I am in Christ.

I really don’t expect many or any to understand this but it’s a process for me and even bigger a purging of my pride. Yes, my pride –it’s a nasty little devil and let’s be real, I don’t like to admit this was a purging of my pride and on some level even THAT is prideful.

  I am a work in progress and I pray He continues to purge. I cringe as I type that and I dare hit the backspace and pretend that is not my prayer, but it is, and with it I know there’s a road full of lessons ahead of me. However, what I know more is that His teaching hand is one full of love.

   I will leave you , Dearies, with a little something He laid on my heart in the amidst this journey and every time I read this, I fall more and more in love with my Savior and when you read it, read it slowly, letting every miracle sink in with you.

HE

HE—who strategically placed the stars in the sky

HE—who is so BIG that the clouds are the dust of His feet

HE—who has ALL things suspended, even timing

HE—who created every cell, in every being that walks, swims, flies or sways with the wind

(that same) HE—knit me together

(and) HE-- knew me before my mother knew me

HE—calls me by name

HE CALLS ME….BY NAME

HE—has a plan for me, specific TO me

HE—knows every hair on my head

HE—knows my innermost thoughts and yet

HE—still died for me and keeps me in the palm of His hand

HE—not only loves me but, HE likes me, HE is fond of  me and,

HE—calls me by name.