Many times, I have longed for the whisper.
I have desired the strength to confess the passion that stirs within me. Whispers can expose how we have betrayed our souls to assimilate into society’s norms.
We whisper, convincing ourselves that speaking the truths of time will not destroy us. A whisper gives life to thoughts and ideas, igniting the fire within and exposing it to the world. Scripture tells us that the power of life and death is in the tongue; however, actions do not bring life. Air does.
The dry bones in Elijah’s story came together physically but were brought to life by God’s breath. By adding wind to the movements of our mouths, we release our dreams and fears, turning them into reality and unlocking their power. But the impact of our words is not determined by the volume of our speech, nor is it limited by the lack of it. Conviction drives the force of nature that sound creates, leaving a wake that ripples in the realm of silence.
A sound so light can be a formidable weapon destroying hope and instilling fear, or it can be the anchor of resolve to annihilate fear and hopelessness.
Confidence screams in the hushed tones that become a whisper. Fear fades as life is given to words floating on the wings of faith. Enemies will fall, and alliances will be made based on the almost silent confessions of the heart.
Whispers often expose the truth we pretend to be lies because freedom frightens us.
I am tired of living in the shadow of self-doubt and lack of confidence in my worth. I want to experience the shaky, jagged breaths as I force sound into the admission of love, shattering the foundations of expectation.
Let the joy of new birth illuminate the darkness of silence. Let the resounding truth be found in your heart's confessions, evoking confidence in the words you have given life to.
Beth Brown is writer.