by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68

Frankly, My Dear . . . Effervesce, baby.

Frankly, My Dear . . . Effervesce, baby.

This is one of those Do-I-or-Don’t-I-post-this posts. Prayer life is personal, private. Yet we’re exhorted to pray with and for one another.

At Blue Ridge I had many conversations. About writing. Living in faith. Bringing the two together and at times, amplifying one over the other.

Saying our good-byes is always hard. I wanted to leave my peeps with a message of hope and empowerment. And it struck me.

We are the champagne, and God is the bubbles. We’re bottled up tight, conforming to our surroundings only until that moment we are uncorked, set free, and sent overflowing into the world. We are the champagne, but God is the bubbles. We are created for nothing less than to be the vessel He uses to tickle the world with his glory. We are the vehicle He uses to shine and explode. We are designed to not be bottled, but to use the gifts He has given us to move forward, to refresh others, to bubble over when the time is right. We are made to effervesce.

I was asked how I have such a strong prayer life and I nearly fell out of my chair laughing. Not because the question was ridiculous (it wasn’t) but because I don’t think my prayer life is all that great. In fact, I very often think it’s lacking or worse, nonexistent.

Today I opened my Bible- the Bible I’ve had for a year. The Inspire Bible for Creative Journaling. Today I chose to stop being delicate and stop tip-toeing around what I want, and what I want to say to God.

And today I read Proverbs 22. Verse 1 is who I strive to be for Him. For you. For all my audience and the world at large.

“Choose a great reputation over great riches;
being held in high esteem is better than silver or gold.”
~Proverbs 22:1, NLT

But I’m not perfect. Not at all. And in my imperfection, I’ve been holding back. “I’m not great, so I’m no good at all.” Oh, what a terrible self-thought! What a detrimental, discouraging whisper from the enemy.

And so to you who asked how I am the way I am, this is me being as honest as I possibly can. This is my instruction to you:

Just talk to God.

Don’t try to be eloquent if you’re normally not. If you don’t know what to say in prayer, tell Him. Ask Him to help you find, and recognize, the words. Ask Him to open your Spirit to give and receive what it is He has planned for you. If you’re mad because the world hurts you and those you love, tell Him. When He puts a tiny penny or a huge gift in your path, thank Him. Be honest with Him.

There’s something else. Many times, we don’t go fully to God. Those lies of inadequacies prevent us from reaching out. He already knows. I don’t want to admit my thoughts. Other people need Him more. Me and my situation are insignificant.

Do you feel the pressure of the cork closing in on you? Are you pressed in on every side, not knowing which way is up? Does it feel like your life is just a black hole about to collapse in on you from every side?

Then I’ve got good news for you: Black holes turn into Supernovas.

Frankly, My Dear . . . Be the Supernova you were created to be.

Frankly, My Dear . . . Be the Supernova you were created to be.

Released from the pressures within, they too, like the champagne, explode in a torrent of color and worth and life-affirming creation and they excel beyond anything the black hole tried to contain.

Don’t be the black hole, friend. Be the Supernova.

Run full force into God and fall into Him laughing. He will always catch you.

God is your best playmate. Your favorite friend. He is your keeper, your maker, and your cheeriest cheerleader.

So just start. Your prayer needn’t be perfect.

It just needs to be.

Remember, friend: You are no longer a black hole. You are a Supernova. You are the champagne and God is the bubbles.

Effervesce, baby. Always, effervesce. You got this. And He’s got you.

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And Frankly, My Dear . . . That’s all she wrote!

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INVITATION: Harbingers, Cycle One, Book Four
Frankly, On Faith: Be Still.
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