Becomer’s Whispers

‭Did something a few weeks ago that I haven’t done in a while. Went to an actual bookstore. It was for work, but how does a reader go in a bookstore and not make a personal purchase?

So on my running trip two weeks ago, one of the books made the trip. I’m 15 chapters in.

Chapter 14 is entitled “Whispers.” This paragraph starter got my attention:

There is a verse in Psalms that says, “God whispers to those who trust him.”

Made me want to look it up. Couldn’t find it. Then I checked the chapter notes.

Psalm 25:14, author’s paraphrase

I respect that.

Next I opened my Bible app to compare various translations of this verse. Here are three that come close to Sowers’ paraphrase:

  • Psalms 25:14 ERV‬
    [14] The Lord tells his secrets to his followers. He teaches them about his agreement.
  • ‭Psalms 25:14 TPT‬
    [14] There’s a private place reserved for the devoted lovers of Yahweh, where they sit near him and receive the revelation-secrets of his promises.
  • ‭Psalms 25:14 MSG‬
    [14] God-friendship is for God-worshipers; They are the ones he confides in.

Chapter 14 is in Part 4 of the book entitled “Becoming.” These verses’ images encourage me to be becoming.

5.3 Miles in West Bradenton

Today started angsty.

  1. Big Annual Fundraiser
  2. An Unexpected Trip to the Office First
  3. Rain
  4. Traffic
  5. Rain
  6. Unfinished Business from Yesterday
  7. Rain

Angst gone within fifteen minutes of the drive after three vivid images.

Image #1: Human in Crosswalk

One mile into my drive is the intersection of 59th and Cortez. I was the first in line at the light. While I waited for green, a slow moving person made their way across the intersection, west to east. Hoodie pulled over their head, slumped over and pushing a walker, they carried plastic bags of items I assumed just purchased at the corner convenience store. What felt like slow motion was real time. I could almost hear God whisper, “What do you think about their angst?”

Image #2: Emergency Vehicles blocking Traffic

Twenty-two blocks east on Cortez at 37th, traffic slowed due to an accident. The sun having not risen yet, all I could see was flashing lights on large emergency vehicles. Detouring through the McDonald’s and Goodwill parking lot, I wondered if the accident might involve a car and a pedestrian. That intersection is a gathering spot for the homeless early in the morning. I could almost hear God whisper, “Imagine the angst of everyone at that scene.”

Image #3: Two Elementary-Aged Boys Walking to School

Having driven through three school zones and noticing the yellow raingear of all the crossing guards, I turned left on Bayshore Gardens Parkway by Bayshore Elementary. An image that I hope sticks with me a long time walked towards me on the sidewalk. When’s the last time you saw two 10-year-old boys walking in the rain under an umbrella? In addition to that rare image, they weren’t running trying to get out of the rain. Casually strolling like two old friends, they laughed as if they’d just made a joke about their wives, maybe even their grandchildren. I could almost hear God whisper, “Remember what I said about children?”

Today finished joyously.

Your “Broken” Lyrics

There seems to be an awakening. Some see it. Others are trying.

The awakening is to who we are. And the recurring descriptor is “Broken.”

Those who see it aren’t loathing about it, much like the enemy would want.

Others are allowing him to tattoo “Damaged Goods” on their minds and souls.

Yes, it’s true. We’re all broken. God knew that the minute he breathed life into our lungs.

Yet, it may take experiencing brokenness to see our reflection.

In that moment when we see the imperfections, the scars, or the quirks, we have a choice. Whose voice will we believe?

The enemy cries, “You’re worthless. Done. Pitiful. Useless. Ugly. Undesirable. Lost Forever. Unlovable.” On and on he goes.

Our Creator whispers, “I created you. You have eternal purpose. I love you unconditionally. Your scars are beautiful to me.” On and on he counters.

In their song “Scars,” I Am They sing about this truth. They declare that their eyes have been opened by their deepest pain, the brokenness that brought them back to their Creator. Instead of hating their scars, they say they are thankful for them because they now stand in confidence, they are not who they were before, and they can tell a story of God’s faithfulness and deliverance.

When you sing about your brokenness, what are the lyrics? Whose cries or whispers do you share?