The reality, that I do not like to face, is that I am always powerless! It is never me. It is God’s wisdom, God’s words, God’s grace, and God’s comfort. Sometimes I get the blessing of being His instrument of delivery but the impact of the delivery is totally and completely God. It is the Word of God and Our Great Comforter the Holy Spirit that ministers to the broken hearted. When I didn’t have the words: it was God’s Word and the Holy Spirit that comforted my daughter, the mourning couple, and the hurting babysitter. God really does not need me!
One of the lessons I have learned this week is when you don’t know what to say, lovingly share God’s Word. His word is healing! It is where the comfort and the power to endure lies. Make your words speak His Word!
By your words I can see where I’m going; they throw a beam of light my dark path.