Sunday, January 15, 2012

Mute Girl Speaks


I feel super refreshed this morning...er...afternoon. It's a beautiful overcast day in Temecula and I can't help but savor the blessing of having the opportunity to live in such a safe, conservative town. My beverage of choice today is the "all natural, no added sugar" Sparkling Blackberry Izze. Obviously it wouldn't be complete without a green straw to prevent my lipgloss from smearing. I listen to the coffee grinder as it blends expresso beans and the crackling of shopping bags as customers swiftly make their way to the exit. I'm wearing my favorite kaki jacket and skinnies. I feel good...carefree almost.

Earlier today, a complete stranger saw me struggling in the Walmart parking lot trying to put on a new steering wheel cover and offered to help. Not only was I completely thankful for his helping hands but completely aware of my stubbornness, and the need to be self sufficient. Let me just put it this way. I would of stayed in that parking lot till the cows came home and I wouldn't have ask anyone, let alone a man to help me. I was determined to do it on my own, even though it was very prevalent that dang steering wheel cover wasn't going to stretch itself. (They should really make those things with more elasticity!) The lessoned learned in this brief encounter? It says a lot about enormous amounts of pride that I put on like an accessory. The Lord is so good at revealing my heart sometimes, simply by providing shots of humility all through out my days. Thank you Father, for never giving up on me by bringing me into more likeness with your Son. How are you being humbled?

I like being humbled though. It keeps me on my knees completely in awe of the Lord and all that he has saved and continues to save me from. Trials that he has brought me through, promises he has fulfilled. I thought I was destined to have conversations with myself via my journals as a means of communication for the rest of my life! Haha...but seriously. He gave me a voice I never knew I had, and now I am able to express myself in His freedom. Of all the people he could have chosen to speak out against the injustice and wickedness that had taken place in my family for generations, He chose me. The one who didn't have a voice. We serve a countercultural, contradictory God indeed! I love it!

I praise You because of what you mean,
Dierdre

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