Be Bold

On a mission trip, a few months ago, Holy Spirit performed a miracle in me. A boldness took root I didn’t even know was inside me.

During an outreach ministry in a poverty stricken area of Tijuana, one of the hispanic women in the neighborhood told someone in my group that her sister had just, within the hour, been taken to the hospital with kidney problems. Prior to hearing the word, “kidney”, I was focused on my sweat, fatigue, overall discomfort. I was in search of shade. At the mention of the word, “kidney”, my thoughts were disturbed, and Holy Spirit took over. Pushing through the crowd, I heard myself saying, “This one’s for me. I am supposed to pray for her!”


The translator, as well as my group, looked at me with surprise as I began to pray for the emotional woman. The translator was there to translate, but after a little bit he stopped. There didn’t seem to be a need to translate because Holy Spirit was there doing the communicating for us.

What you need to know is that no one has ever described me as bold. The Lord has caused me to be brave throughout my illness, Spiritual Blessings Come Wrapped in Trials, but bold? No.

Reluctant to speak in front of class. Cooperative. Hesitant to answer. Easy going. Unsure when reading aloud in class. Scanning over my report cards from school, I notice a pattern.  Quiet. Reserved. Peacemaker.


God created me to be an introverted person that requires quiet and calm in order to feel energized. But, the labels that I received beyond that were human given. Shy, unsure, hesitant, slow to warm up, stuck up. Somewhere along the line I picked up added garbage and held onto it as my identity.

Extroverted personalities seem to be recognized as more desirable. I longed for qualities like outgoing, friendly, social, talkative.

Why couldn’t I think of the right thing to say at the right moment? I’d think of the perfect, witty comment to make in the appropriate situation, home alone in my bedroom 3 days after the conversation actually occurred. But, when given a blank piece of paper and a pencil in creative writing class, my brain would fill with ideas, words, a complete brainstorm of thoughts would fill my mind.

Years were wasted wishing I was created to be some other way. 1 Corinthians 12 had not yet taken root in my heart.

1 Corinthians 12: 20-26 reads, 20 But now indeed there are many members, yet one body. 21 And the eye cannot say to the hand, “I have no need of you”; nor again the head to the feet, “I have no need of you.” 22 No, much rather, those members of the body which seem to be weaker are necessary. 23 And those members of the body which we think to be less honorable, on these we bestow greater honor; and our unpresentable parts have greater modesty, 24 but our presentable parts have no need. But God composed the body, having given greater honor to that part which lacks it, 25 that there should be no schism in the body, but that the members should have the same care for one another. 26 And if one member suffers, all the members suffer with it; or if one member is honored, all the members rejoice with it.

These verses assure me that God created me for a purpose, His purpose. My style, personality, temperament, and gifts are to be used for God’s glory. No need to wish for a different nature. No need for you to wish for a different nature.

As God is unlocking His word for me, I am learning how He sees me. It’s how He sees you.

You are:

A Child of God. – John 1:12

Accepted by Christ. – 15:7

A chosen people. – 1 Peter 2:9

Temples of the Holy Spirit. – 1 Corinthians 6: 19-20

Raised with Christ. – Colossians 3: 1-3


Dear one, you were created in His image. Be bold.

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