Who wants to speak tonight?
Lol. Lol.Lol.
Never. Never in a million years could I answer the question with a ‘Yes…yes I want to speak tonight.”
This question has been posed night after night. And I have dodged it this way and that…until the final week. Here we are, our final week in Mozambique. We had five people left who hadn’t spoken…and how many services left to speak?
Five.
It’s like that moment in Pac-Man, where you see all those little monsters coming from every angle…you’ve eaten every big dot on the board, you’ve darted and dodged them so successfully before, but now you realize what your fate is about to be, yet you still squirm a little until that final moment when your pending fate meets reality…and then it’s all over.
Extreme?
Maybe…or maybe spot on.
A handful of the remaining five girls who hadn’t spoken would more than likely agree with me on this point.
However, Tuesday night, I took the stage.
I remember hardly anything. I remember I cried. I remember I forgot to say things. I remember I added things.
I don’t know my point in sharing this with you.
Maybe just to remind you that we’re not meant to spend this life dodging things…especially speaking.
I can always (except for on this Race) find a way to avoid speaking. It’s an art I’m quite skilled in.
I was reading in 2nd Corinthians today, and it said, “Yet we have the same spirit of faith as he had who wrote, I have believed, therefore I have spoken. We too believe, and therefore we speak.” 2 Cor. 4:13
Eek.
He doesn’t say, “If there’s no one else to speak, speak.”
He says, “We believe…and therefore we speak.”
We believe, and therefore we speak.
So…
Speak.
