Frankly, On Faith: Spiritual Groanings
by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68
You know those days. Those oxymoronic, Lord-keep-my-mouth-shut days when what you want to say comes out all wrong? Or worse, when what you don’t (or shouldn’t) say, comes out of your mouth anyway?
What about that disconnect between your brain and your tongue when there’s little translation going on, and it’s just one big, hot mess and you sound like Frankenstein trying to sing?
Ain’t gonna lie. I kinda hate those days.
Those days that sap the language right out of you, leaving you with a foggy head and bewildered thoughts.
And you want me to pray through this? I can’t even . . .
Thankfully, God knows what we need. I mean, He always does, right?
But did you know He has an interpreter to help make sense of our nonsense?
The Holy Spirit takes our crazy, our chaos, and straightens it into a direct line of communication between us and God. The Spirit is our go-between, our translator who speaks both languages and gets the point across.
The next time you don’t know what to say or how to say it, or want to know where to start, ask the Holy Spirit to breathe in you. He’ll take your messages straight to God. And bring God right back to you.
With some sweet tea for your beautiful voice and headphones for listening,
And Frankly, My Dear . . . That’s all she wrote!