Tuesday, December 11, 2012

A Prophetic Whisper

Here, come have a seat on the sofa, there's plenty of room. The most we have fit on it so far is 13, but there is always room for one more. The Christmas tree lights will give this room a glow, along with the candle I always seem to have burning. 

I have coffee, tea, and even wine if you'd like, makes no difference to me. If you are hungry, my fridge is full of leftovers, but I can easily whip up some pasta and my meatballs and sauce for you. Did I tell you the bread is homemade?


My table seems to always have someone sitting at it. Sometimes for eating, sometimes creating.


Always talking. 


My kids will be running around, showing you their dolls, their toys, their books, their pictures. I hope you don't mind.



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I have something to share with you, but you'll have to listen close to hear. 


I have only this home, this place. I have no platform. I have no tribe. Just a handful of people who love me, believe in me, and speak life to me. My words aren't shouted from the rooftops. And maybe they aren't meant to be. 


But I do have words to share. And sometimes they'll be quiet. Sometimes just a whisper. But I'm writing myself out of the darkness. I'm writing myself through the brokenness. I see hope. I see redemption. 


Rescue. Rekindling. Renewal. Rebirth.


I see the light placed inside of me by my Creator. And I see the light inside of you. I see the things that He has put in you.

You were born to serve the Lord. You have been knit together by the Creator of the Universe, and that creativity flows through your veins and I see it in you. I see the ways your eyes shine when you talk about that thing inside of you. I want to hear it all.







I will listen to the ones we call voiceless. I will take the time to hear their story.


And I'm going to love you with my Momma's heart, because that was what I was born to do.


And I'm going to tell stories.


I will tell stories of my God. How He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, and He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God; Many will see and fear and trust in the Lord. (Psalm 40)


I will tell stories of children shaking the Heavenlies.


I will tell stories of the places we've traveled  the people we've met, and the Kingdom breaking through.


I will tell stories of this city full of both life and death.


I will tell stories of healing - body, mind, and spirit.


I'm going to keep talking, keep sharing the words birthed inside of me, even if it's just a whisper that no one seems to hear.



I'm tired of letting myself feel less than. Tired of feeling not good enough. 

I'm not going to measure my worth by the number of followers, page views, or comments. 


I'm going to let hope shine through this brokenness. 





All glory, all honor, all praise to You.

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All Sons & Daughters: Wake Up









On Wednesdays, I link up at Emily Wierenga's place for Imperfect Prose, a celebration of redemption.  Join us there?

24 comments:

  1. This is where I wish everyone could meet you and see your huge, gorgeous smile and see how all of this is so true. You are so inspiring, and this is an incredible piece - what grace and hope you have here. <3

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  2. Brenna, thank you for this. You matter so much.

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  3. So many tears. You are so beautiful, THIS is so beautiful.

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  4. When I think of the verse "her children rise up and call her blessed," I think of you. You are more than a mama though, you are a beautiful, talented, gorgeous reflection of God. Much love!! <3

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  5. Keep telling stories, Brenna! I'll be part of your tribe. :)

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  6. Beautiful! So stirring. Well said.

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  7. Love your words. This is beautiful: "But I do have words to share. And sometimes they'll be quiet. Sometimes just a whisper. But I'm writing myself out of the darkness. I'm writing myself through the brokenness."
    I'm totally going on that journey with you.

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  8. When you were little, one of my favorite things was having you on my lap or snuggling next to me in the rocker and singing hymns and reading you books. Now after reading your posts, i want to sit next to you while you read your words to me! XOXO

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  9. Brenna--your heart is beautiful...truly beautiful and welcoming.

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  10. Please keep sharing those words birthed inside of you. Please.

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  11. And isn't this what the world really needs? Someone to open the door and welcome all their brokeness at the kitchen table. It's where I want to live too. So nice to meet you through IP.

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  12. Keep sharing your redemption stories, Brenna. They bring hope, just as you've experienced it from Him. And I love that verse too--think of it often, I have to say! Love your heart and this post!

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  13. Ps 40, it's the heart cry of the broken yet redeemed saints. I'm finding too the freedom in sharing the broken stories, please, share on.

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  14. Beautiful. Who needs a tribe anyway? ha. We all have stories to tell to those who will listen. Redemptive stories. Thanks for sharing.

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  15. Tenderly said. I think whispers are the best way to shout.
    Catherine Denton

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  16. In your about me you stated you need to write... me too :) I find splaying myself for others to see is redemption in all it's glory. I love how you share, open and true. I am so glad I popped by from IP.

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  17. I love stories and I love love hope!! So I loved this blog, thank you!

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  18. Amen. Keep telling those stories.

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  19. Brenna--this was all just beautiful. beautiful. Gave me chills. I look forward to reading more.

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  20. Freedom comes from the hurts, pain each time you tell stories. Christ gave Himself to us and we are to follow His example...give from your brokeness. Truely you are a wise hearted woman...will be back for more stories. Blessings

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  21. encouraging. it's not always simple to keep writing your stories when it seems other stories are more worthy to be heard, or better told…thanks.

    ~ zena

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  22. oh brenna! i felt like i was sitting in your home--a dream of mine, to meet you in flesh. you are such a kindred spirit. i love this. and that you make homemade bread too. xo

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  23. I popped over here from the linky on Emily's blog and I love what you have to say, I'm adding you to my reader and one day when I start writing again you can add me to yours. :) Your words matter.

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  24. amen and amen. love to you and for your grace-words. xo

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