I found this phenomenon on Kate Motaung’s blog and I am giving it a try! This is my first 5 Minute Friday. The rules are to write for 5 minutes on the given topic. This week, it is Whisper. From Kate’s instructions, “This is meant to be a free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.” So, here goes nuthin’.
Two weeks ago I went with a couple people from church to deliver filled backpacks to kids at a local trailer park. The kids were excited and polite and it was a joy. While there, I chatted with a young single Mom who was preparing her daughter, who seemed to be about 6 or 7, to have surgery in a couple days. The daughter was clingy and did not speak. Mom said this would be her 23rd surgery.
What Mom and I talked about was how hard it was for her to be present during all this hospital time. Each time, she had to skip work, throwing her farther and farther behind in being able to afford necessities.
It has been two weeks and I cannot get that young Mom out of my mind. I thought maybe I could help her and asked the office at the trailer park to give me her name and address, which of course turned out to be against the rules. They said they would deliver a note to her if I wanted. I really wanted to be anonymous in this. ……..
In my house, growing up, there was no yelling. In fact, the quieter our Mother was, the more trouble we knew we were in. It made us have to get right up to her, where she could look into our eyes. And we had to listen carefully.
God is doing this to me in regard to the young Mother. “Is this about you, or about her?” “Maybe she needs someone to talk to, not just an anonymous gift card now and then.” “How about putting a face and hands and feet to My work on this one?”
ACK! I sometimes ask God to be undeniably clear so I know exactly what He is saying or asking. But, clearer does not necessarily mean louder, right?
Being a little introverted, I never like this message from God. But, there is no doubt, it is how He grows me, and also no doubt that the blessings might be amazing. So, I am giving up my plan to be anonymous to go with God’s quietly whispered, looking into my heart, words of direction. I am writing that note.
I confess. 8 minutes.
Be kind and compassionate (Ephesians 4:32),