Sometimes, He Doesn't Speak

And Elisha said to her, "What shall I do for you? Tell me; what have you in the house?" And she said, "Your servant has nothing in the house but a jar of oil." 2 Kings 4:2

It's around 7 AM and I've already been awake for a couple of hours. I went to bed late and got up early. Being in a hotel room in solitude is comforting and familiar (probably from my flying days). I'm sitting at my computer wondering if anyone else is up. The Starbucks lady downstairs confirms that I am not alone.

If you're reading this right now, you may be with me at SheSpeaks. We may have met and exchanged cards, and I may have been stammering, or sweating my nerves through my skin (Sorry, hope I didn't get any on you.)

We are probably both wondering why we're here - feeling connected and disconnected all at once. Praying in our rooms and wondering why the Lord is being quiet on such a momentous-feeling trip.

But you know what? Sometimes, the Lord is quiet because He's busy working.

Let this be the time we revel in the silence in anticipation, rather than worry about what it means.

God is working to connect our purposes, so we can better serve His.

I don't know how many times I've exchanged information with folks and never reached out. Sometimes it's forgetfulness and sometimes it's flat out fear.

I don't want this to be one of those times.

We met, and I'm willing to bet it was for a reason we are totally unaware of.  God is funny that way, isn't He?

So here we go...I'm just going to lay it down.

I'm a woman just like you...a God-fearing, awkward, soul-searching woman...who simply feels compelled.  To what or who isn't always clear, but that feeling never goes away.

I'm a wife, a mom, a designer, a writer and a workaholic.  I don't sleep much because I think I'm missing something, and my anxious brain is hard to keep quiet.  I'm a bit of a homebody, a bit of a travel-freak, a bit of a loner, and a bit of a rebel.  I'm 32, but sometimes I am 5 or 14 or 65 (if I'm feeling creaky that day).

What are you?  Who are you?  I want to know.

God wants me to know.  God wants you to know, too.

When the widow spoke to Elisha and said she had nothing but a jar of oil, Elisha didn't say...'woman, how dare you come to me with that little.'

He said, bring forth that little and it will be multiplied...multiplied so much that you can live from it.

That's us, isn't it?  You and I?  We give the Lord that little and He turns it to much.

Let's be part of each others 'much.'  Let's authentically strive together and share in each others accomplishments.  Let's build each other up as we were meant to.

We have something in common, my friend.  We are both fearfully and wonderfully made, and the Lord has knit us together for a reason - even if it's only because you are feeling totally stressed and I just happen to have some Lavender oil on me.

Guess what? I'll share.

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  1. So glad to meet you at She Speaks! So encouraged by your heart and creativity. Thanks for the moment to get to know you (I hope there are more!) --Joanna Teigen

    1. Hi Joanna! It was such a joy meeting with you - you are very kind and so gracious. I will definitely be in touch sooner rather than later!

  2. Hi Kate. Enjoyed reading your post. It was great to meet you as She Speaks. We were on the same table at the donor luncheon. I'm the Brit!

    1. Hi Rachel - so glad you found me! How could I forget you? :) It was fantastic meeting you, and I can't wait to read your writing...if it's anything like your speaking, it will be awesome. Cheers!