I can't tell you how...
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I can't tell you how many times over the years that I've excused my silence like Jeremiah
did, "Ah, Sovereign Lord, I do not know how to speak. I am only a child." It happened
when I was young. Now, decades later, in many situations, I still use the same plea. It
takes place when I try to witness to older people, and when I'm in the company of
younger folks. The shy, Kansas kid in me takes over. Tongue-tied, the now-codger waits
for a more convenient time even though my time is beginning to run out.
The Lord told Jeremiah not to be afraid. He has instructed me in the same way. He has blessed my meekest and most meager witnessing efforts dramatically, showing me the power of his Word. He has done that repeatedly. Still my testimony remains too often unspoken. I know he wants me to make sure that his Word is fulfilled. I pray that the Lord will give me boldness today to do that.
The Lord told Jeremiah not to be afraid. He has instructed me in the same way. He has blessed my meekest and most meager witnessing efforts dramatically, showing me the power of his Word. He has done that repeatedly. Still my testimony remains too often unspoken. I know he wants me to make sure that his Word is fulfilled. I pray that the Lord will give me boldness today to do that.
