August 2010

The following is an excerpt from something I wrote several years ago about my recurring dream.

She was told to open her mouth, it would be filled: She was His witness, she was His servant, and He had chosen her to know Him and to put her faith in Him and understand that He was God. She was told that He was sending her to a people that had not listened to Him, therefore would not listen to her for they were brazen and stubborn. So He would make her a match for them. He would make her as brazen and stubborn as they were. He would make her brow adamant, harder than flint. She was not to fear their faces, never to be terrified by them. Whether they listened or didn’t listen, she was to open her mouth and speak.

As she was walking one day, she got a working definition of the word passion. It was show and tell in color. She was walking with a young woman whom she has been mentoring, and, all of a sudden, she knew and, in fact, experienced what passion is. She knew that what she was doing at that moment was what she was born to do. She knew she could no more not do it than she could not breathe. It was like fire shut up in her bones. It was at that moment she realized it was a force inside plodding her along; it ignited and controlled her. It was not there by her choosing. She felt compelled to open her mouth. It was not something she had designed or defined for herself.

That day, she knew what she passion was. It was no coincidence that she was walking and sharing the Scriptures with this young woman. She had done this very thing many times before. This day she knew she was born for this purpose. She had discovered—well, let’s put it this way—she recognized and accepted the thing that made her feel fully alive.

He said, “Come.”

She answered, “Yes, Lord. Here I am, send me.”