As most of you probably know, this newsletter has been a little scary for me. I have had a lot of insecurities and worries about starting something like this up. One day, I was struggling with a lot of this. Was I moving too fast? Should I just dream smaller? I had prayed about it, but what if I had misread God’s answer? Maybe I should just stop.
I do a lot of my thinking during my piano practice. Which is probably why some of my practice pieces are in . . . interesting . . . shape. So, there I was, practicing on the outside, but thinking on the inside.
What song would my teacher have assigned me this week? “Tell me the Stories of Jesus.” To help me keep the melody line of a song straight, I think of the words in my mind, so I turned newsletter off for a second to work on this song.
“Tell me the stories of Jesus, write on my heart every word. Tell me the stories most precious, sweetest that ever was heard. Tell how the angels in chorus, sang as they welcomed His birth, glory to God in the highest, peace and good tidings to earth. Tell me the stories of Jesus, write on my heart every word. Tell me the stories most precious, sweetest that ever was heard.”
And what He said was, “Just tell My story. No more, no less. Just use everything you write to point back to Me, for My glory in the highest, and you’ll be fine. Use your words to spread peace to earth—and you’ll be fine. Just tell My story.”
We don’t have to have everything perfect. We don’t have to be politically correct. We don’t have to be liked by everybody. As the movie God’s Not Dead 2 states, “Someone is always going to be offended. Two thousand years of human history proves that.” And while we’re certainly not out to offend, the truth is, all we really need is to tell His story.
Just tell His story. You’ll be fine.
Hi, I'm Rachel! I'm the author of the posts here at ProseWorthy. Thanks for stopping by!