I was sitting in one of my favorite coffee shops, drinking one of my favorite drinks and enjoying conversation with one of my favorite people. We laughed at the fact that I was momentarily distracted by a bearded man who walked in the door. We laughed at inside jokes and movie quotes. We laughed at the bodybuilder sized patron who left hurriedly when the lights went out momentarily.
Conversation would volley from serious to hilarious in a moments time, which made the more difficult confessions easier to admit.
My friend was….is….hurting.
I saw it in his eyes. The familiar, all too familiar, look of pain.
He’d share. I’d listen.
I’d share. He’d listen.
It happened like this for a few hours, until it felt like all that could be said had been said. Before we parted ways, I suggested I pray for him. A tad bit out of my comfort zone, we sat on a bench outside the coffee shop and we prayed.
The prayer I prayed was nothing earth shaking. Just a simple kid, praying a simple prayer, for someone she loved.
God, speak to his heart. Remind him of Your Truth. Lavish him with Your love….
As I prayed, I heard the Lord say, “Speak to him.”
After a few moments, my prayer was concluded, a hug was exchanged and we got into our cars and left. In the quiet of my car, I continued praying for my friend and God continued pestering me.
Speak, Holly, speak.
“God, YOU need to encourage his heart.”
“You’ve got to remind Him of Your Truth.”
“You’ve got to love on him like crazy.”
My heart seemed to lighten a bit.
“I’m going to use you to do that.”
“But God wouldn’t it be so much more effective if you parted the clouds and shouted from the Heavens.”
And from there, God continued to remind me how time and time again He used people to speak on His behalf. Not “all together” type people, either. Not just the pastors of churches. Or revival evangelists. Or Bible school professors. Just willing imperfect people.
Just a few days earlier, I had experienced it myself. I was sitting at a table with nine girls in a crowded Cafeteria where I had served that week as their counselor. We’d be leaving camp in a few short hours, so we were doing the best to savor our last moments together. As we got ready to go finish packing, one of my girls got on top of our table and called everyone to attention.
I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get fired for this one, I thought. The entire camp silenced and turned their gazes towards her.
In the following moments, she began to tell the camp how they (my cabin of girls) had decided that I was THE BEST COUNSELOR. They’d made me a book full of encouraging Scriptures and notes and presented it to me there. The room filled with clapping and cheering and hugging and at that moment, my heart could barely grasp the love I had just been lavished.
God had used a cabin full of teen girls to share His amazing love for me. It made an imprint on my heart that will never disappear.
Speak, Holly, speak.
One year ago, God spoke the same message to my heart. It was then that the Common Queen Blog was started. I knew that there were things God wanted to share with people and that He wanted to use me to do it. I wasn’t sure if anyone would read it or get anything from it, I just knew I needed to speak…or write as the case may be. It was a burning that had been in my heart for years, but because of fears, insecurities, and endless excuses I had chosen to dismiss it.
That was, of course, until last year. I didn’t (and don’t) feel qualified, or “good enough” or any of that business, but I’m willing to let God speak through me.
And He has.
Not only here on the blog, but in a cabin full of giggling girls and a coffee shop with a friend.
He’s asking me to speak– to speak love, Truth and encouragement to so many hearts in need of it. He’s asking me to be the answer to my own prayers.
I’m speaking, Jesus. I’m speaking.