Yesterday I heard an inspiring story, and on the long drive home I had plenty of time to mull it over. I was suddenly hit with an intense feeling that I needed to write a letter to someone making some painful choices. Red flags started waving desperately as I tried to dismiss the idea. Problem was, I was sure it was from God. That would be the only reason to write such a note as this was. You see, I have no idea how the recipient will respond. It is risky on several levels. Certainly it would be much more comfortable to not send it. I carefully reread it, checking to make sure there was a hefty dose of encouragement to balance out the difficult words.
I almost backed out. Who am I to lay out the truth to someone? I am someone who has broken many rules and hearts myself. That experience could lend a hand to someone else who might be drowning. Is it better to live in the safety of minding our business? It might depend on how we view our business in relation to God’s business. I want to be in His business, even if it causes me discomfort.
The price of cowardice might be heftier than the possible outcomes. When we know God is calling us to do something, we need to carefully pray and then step forth. Today our pastor spoke to this, reminding us that when we are called to act, listen! God already has people lined up to help us.
So, was it wrong to write? I suppose only time will tell. Perhaps the postman driving away will cause my stomach to wring in anxiety. My comfort will lie in the fact that the words on the page were prayed over, so was the recipient. May I never act in haste, the fear being that I am well aware of the power of words to hurt or heal. Likely the outcome of this note will remain unknown to me, but not to Him who loves that person. A seed of truth might bloom into a tree of integrity. Praying this will be so…