A while back, a man said to me, “You need to go back to work if you don’t have anything better to do than sit around and post your thoughts on Facebook”. He said it jokingly but it nagged at me. Then I noticed that all of the thoughts that had come so easily to me just weren’t coming anymore. I started worrying about what people thought of me. Did they think I had become one of those radical religious people? So finally one day I stopped thinking about what everybody thought and prayed for God to tell me what to do. He spoke to my heart and this is a summary of what He told me. He wants all of His people to witness and spread His Word. My husband can talk to anyone. That is his gift. I am not gifted in that way. Some people can sing praises that stirs the Holy Spirit within you. I am not gifted in that way. Some can stand and say a prayer that will break even the most hardened heart. I am not gifted in that way. But I can write the thoughts that God gives me. That is my gift. And if the words that I write touch one person, then that is all that matters. Satan can use the most innocent of ways to place doubt on you. So when you begin to doubt yourself, ask yourself, “where did the doubt come from?” If it in any way hinders you from doing God’s will, then it didn’t come from Him. Always always always be discerning of who is speaking to you. IT MATTERS!
Who’s Doing the Talking? Thought For The Day…
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I'm a busy mom, submerged in chaos but infused by the saving grace of God. And while some days it feels like I am hanging on by a thread, I know that everything will always be ok as long as the thread that I'm hanging onto is His. Matthew 9:21-22 For she said to herself, "If only I may touch His garment, I shall be made well." But Jesus turned around, and when He saw her He said, "Be of good cheer daughter; your faith has made you well." And the woman was made well from that hour. View all posts by Tonivandewiele