Today, it is time to write for five-minutes. No editing, backtracking, etc. The word is loud. Go...
Sometimes I am NOT loud enough. I tend to trail off somewhere between others more important statements and my wanting to be heard, but don't interrupt. Don't repeat. Obviously they weren't listening.
Sometimes I am too loud. Yelling to get my point across, to release my anger. Sad that I have to get there. I come by it honestly. I was raised in a home with "yellers" who rarely spoke softly. Our home wasn't calm. I am demanding to be heard because I want to know that what I have to say matters.
Oh, the search for significance wears many costumes. I am guilty of dressing in a few.
Maybe if I (fill in the blank) then I will feel like I matter, if I am thin enough, smart enough, do enough.
But...that is changing. I am replacing the costumes with the Lord's love and truth. Yelling less. Letting go of the need to always be heard or understood. Extending grace to the ones who aren't there yet.
I want to be loud for God instead, but not with yelling. With my life. Where the world hears Him instead of me.