Last night I stared up at the ceiling searching for words to say.
To battle the brokenness inside I began to silently list praises of thanksgiving.
So many questions lingered in my mind but I hesitated to present them to my Father.
My mind was not still. My anxious heart was pounding as my chest lifted up with a heavy sigh.
Mentally fatigued, I prayed, “Father I don’t know what to say—help—let your kingdom come.”
The sweet small voice of my favorite 3 year old broke the silence.
Desmond: “All I can think is, speak light, speak light, like what’s on the radio.”
I looked over to see that he is staring up at the ceiling with his big brown eyes.
Desmond: “Speak light; speak light, that’s what it’s all about!”
Illuminated by the night light I could see a smile, and his eyes sparkled despite the darkness in the room.
He was singing beyond the ceiling and I was so thankful for his song—I did not correct him for his errors—I’m sure tobyMac would be forgive him for thinking that “speak life” is “speak light”—he might even be okay with him singing the last line of the hokey pokey at the end for emphasis.
Desmond’s lyrics were helpful in easing my concerns, in fact, I’d identify them as an example of “perfected praise”.
Therefore do not fear them, for there is nothing concealed that will not be revealed, or hidden that will not be known. What I tell you in the darkness, speak in the light; and what you hear whispered in your ear, proclaim upon the housetops. Matthew 10:27
2 different Bible studies I’ve attended this past month have spoken about “speaking life” into your relationships. This has really helped reveal how I have been delivered from my past. As I move forward I pray for wisdom, seek truth, and speak light/life into my future.
The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit. Proverbs 18:21