We love our pups. We have two big, white, fluffy Great Pyrenees. When we moved to the country in 2017, we felt our lives were complete – cows, a horse, and pups. Then a stranger showed up.
Buddy, a small pit/terrier mix, entered our lives three years ago. Apparently he heard the news – “for a good time, go to the Efurds!” I saw him out the window playing with our pups and immediately got maternal — who are you, where did you come from, do your parents know where you are? Then Buddy looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and my heart melted.
Buddy is knee high to a grasshopper and 80 pounds of pure muscle. We call him “Buddy the Bullet” because he’s so darn fast. He is perfect for our family. Someone trained him well, and, best of all, he didn’t bark – ever! In the three years he’s lived with us we never heard him bark – at all — until last week.
Apparently, he didn’t like another critter invading “his” space under the house. This was “his” personal place, small enough for him to fit into, and now a stranger was invading it. Buddy let him have it. He found his voice.
After that episode, it reminded me that it takes something important to us to spur us to find our voice.
Finding your voice as a believer is important. It enables you to testify and share the gospel. Your story will reach people that someone else would never be able to. Your story becomes especially powerful in the midst of the storms of life – and there are many storms of life.
1 Corinthians 14:10 says, “There are, perhaps, a great many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them is without significance.”
You may be saying, “no, not me, no one would want to listen to what I have to say.” I beg to differ. Your story was His story first. Go find your voice. You won’t regret it.