The speech that my brain keeps writing and rewriting within the confines of my skull is not full of condemnation or angry words. Neither is it soft and fluffy, words that seek to soothe a soul regardless of right or wrong. But what I want to say isn't easy either. I've been meditating and praying, for months maybe even years now and this is what keeps bubbling up. But I hold my tongue.
She is a very dear friend, one who would speak hard words in love to me. This is the type of friend I long for. I know she values this as well. Fear holds me silent. I keep meaning to go over, but I'm busy or sick or it's cold outside and so I hold my tongue. Why cannot I just speak? Is it not yet time or am I disobeying? Questions bubble up inside, bothering me.
The words I have to speak aren't urgent, just offering a different point of view, one more in line with Scripture than with culture. So I will wait prayerfully for the right time and then, with much love and gentleness, I will speak. I hope.
Joining with Emily and the rest tonight: