This morning’s readings brought me back to a simple verse.
“Come and hear, all you who fear God, and I will tell what He has done for my soul.” Psalm 66:16
That is what witness is. One person telling the truth about what GOD has done.
I will be honest. I hear the words. I do not always act as I should in spreading HIS Grace and Peace. The pull is to wait for the timing to feel right, the words to feel right, the setting to feel right. The pull is to be ready before I am willing.
I am learning something different. Witness is not about forcing a moment. It is about being available when GOD opens the door.
Today’s readings also reminded me that gratitude is the atmosphere of witness. Witness without gratitude becomes anxious. Calling without gratitude becomes striving. Give thanks first. Then speak.
Faith has roots, and some of mine were planted long before I understood them. A father’s death at nine. A baptism at fifteen. A guitar at twelve. A grandmother who prayed. A pastor who saw something in me before I could name it. Thirty-four years in industries that taught me how human truth survives institutional pressure.
Those roots were not random. They were preparation.
So today my prayer is simple, and it carries forward through the week.
Lord, give me a burden for one person. Open the right door. Give me boldness when the moment comes. Keep me from striving ahead of YOUR Spirit. And let gratitude be the air I breathe before I speak a single word.
I am not here to prove myself. I am here to make HIM visible.