Thank you for joining me!
In the corner of my living room, nestled in my favorite chair, is where one will find me most mornings. This is where I come to study, read, write, meditate, and pray.
Not long ago, during fellowship with God, I heard Him whisper to me, “You are My word girl.”
It made me smile. It actually made me a little giddy. I love to write, have since I was very young, so to hear my heavenly Father validate me in such a way swelled my heart with gratitude and love.
Rewind: Mum has wanted me to blog for quite some time. Okay, she’s my mom. Moms are supposed to say things like that. Then one of my closest friends brought it up after I had shared some thoughts with her. Then, and this threw me for a loop, my friend’s teenage daughter, out of the blue, says to her, “Christi should blog.”
That’s really cool and all, but I’m a technological idiot. I’m not kidding. If I can get my laptop to stay married to my printer long enough to produce a paper copy I feel like I have made a huge accomplishment. I can’t figure out how to scan a picture and send it to a photo program to edit it. My “smart” phone is a trac phone—with an antenna. And I’m going to blog?! Just maybe the moon is made of cheese.
So I said to my friend, “Tell you what, I will do whatever God leads me to do. But He must teach me. He has to send someone to show me what to do.” The gauntlet was thrown.
Enter my pastor. My very, very busy pastor. He says, “I’ll help you. It’s way easier than you think.”
I didn’t take him up on the offer right away. Refer above: he’s busy. Very, very busy. I gave him time to come up with an excuse, an exit out the back door. He didn’t take it and God wasn’t giving it. So I relinquished myself to this as a sign that God had taken up my gauntlet. And what do I call this blog? Every name imaginable must be taken. God whispers, “God’s Word Girl.”
I smile again. I can’t help it. It’s like when a kid has a beloved pet name that only their dear Mum or Dad calls them. Or the warmth of your name on a lover’s lips. But I’m wondering if that would be pretentious. Then a conversation ensued that settled it for me.
My husband and I had seen turkey buzzards in our neighborhood, and even in our yard. It gave me the creeps. “Buzzards are foreboding,” I said.
“Why would buzzards be for boating?” he asked.
I giggled. “Not ‘for boating’, foreboding, bode-d,d,d.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, exasperated, with yet another “big” word. “Sometimes I think you write for Word Girl.”
BAM! Laughter filled my mouth, tears filled my eyes. My husband unwittingly confirmed my name by accusing me of being a writer for a PBS children’s program. And the dear LORD reiterated to me to never be ashamed of what He has called me. Nor should you ever be ashamed of what He has called you.
I am inviting you to join me on this journey as we grow in God’s Word through life experiences. It is my prayer that God’s Word Girl will be a place of Light, Truth, encouragement, comfort, challenge, hope and transparency.
Join me and let us discover together some of the many facets of our awesome God.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
10 thoughts on “Welcome to God’s Word Girl”
You go, Girl!
Woohoo! I’m a-goin’.
Yay! Can’t wait to read what you write.
Me neither 🙂
Looking forward to reading more.
Looking forward to writing more.
Laughed out loud and ended with teary eyes. Wonderful!
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So proud of you Mum!