Butterflies.

Sister.

I do not feel very bold.

I have butterflies in my stomach more often than not.

I just care too much about what people think, and I doubt my natural ability to succeed.

So my stomach is often fluttering and fretting, my palms sweaty, and my knees weak. (If you got that, let’s be friends.)

 

So here’s where I’m at: This past week, I’ve felt so convicted about telling people about Jesus. And listen, I do share my faith. I write about it. I talk about with my Christian friends. I post some captions of Bible verses. But I’m not talking about that… I am talking about share the Gospel, raw and gritty, with people, face to face, who don’t know Jesus and may have no desire to.

 

I just have this odd paradigm where my heart just fills and overflows with Jesus’ love for us and I just love Him and I want people to know Him…

But I don’t tell them about Jesus.

I don’t get it.

I get so dang nervous. My heart is fearful and hardened. I pray and pray for these beautiful people in my life, and I plead with God that they would come to know Him. And this past week I just heard Him so clearly and piercingly respond,

“Then tell them about Me.”

A dagger through my hardened heart is a good description of what that did. I have prayed and prayed for my people to come to know Jesus, but I have been pushing back and rebelling against the idea that God intentionally has me in their lives so I can bring them to know Him, through actually opening my mouth and talking to them about Jesus.

I am all talk and no walk.

I want the prize but I don’t want to run the race.

I want them to come to know Jesus but for some reason I get too nervous to tell them about Him.

 

In Acts 4, Peter and John, who had been preaching the Gospel, performing miracles, and claiming the resurrection in the name of Jesus, were arrested and taken into court. The council demanded that they never speak or teach in the name of Jesus again.

Peter and John returned to their friends and told them all that happened. And then, get this- they didn’t pray for the persecution to stop. They didn’t pray that God would call them elsewhere. They didn’t ask God if they could be silent, and shrink back in the shadows. They prayed for boldness.

“And now, Lord, look upon their threats and grant to your servants to continue to speak your word with all boldness…”

 

I want to be bold. I want to have a faith that pulses with boldness like a heartbeat, steady and strong. I want to grow even bolder and fiercer from flogging or stones or threats. I want to look to no one but my sweet Jesus and preach aloud His cross and resurrection, fearless of what man may say or do.

This Jesus, He has saved me. He has died for all of my sins, forgiven me, and redeemed me from the grip of hell. He was beaten and pierced and killed for me. He came from Heaven for me, to bring me back to my Father. He is the One who loves me relentlessly and endlessly and unconditionally. Oh, this hope, this joy and love and sweetness I feel, I must tell them of it! I must tell them about Jesus.

 

And if you think, “Oh, I’m just a normal girl.. I could never do things that big,” hear this:

Girl, it’s even sweeter, that I am just a normal, common, coffee-shop, dentist-going, soap-buying girl. Just like we all are. There’s nothing special, no great power nor prestige in my life. That’s not a disadvantage nor a disqualifier. It just shows that Jesus is alive and present, and that this boldness is straight from His throne.

“Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were uneducated, common men, they were astonished. And they recognized that they had been with Jesus.”

Oh, sister, go be with Jesus.

In the fire of His presence, our hearts will surely be sparked. Just a few moments with Him will bring us to our knees in adoration and fill our souls with passion.

Boldness is not something I can muster up on my own strength. I need God to light a fire in my bones and fill my heart with passion and eyes with tears. And the closer I get to Jesus, the more I find that I just can’t help but preach the Gospel. I can’t help but tell these beautiful people in my life about Jesus.

 

For one week, I prayed for boldness. Every time I began to feel those butterflies, I prayed for boldness, in faith that God would abundantly lavish it on me.

And because of those prayers, my friend, God has called me out onto the water with two different times where He called me to preach the Gospel. Over thirty people have heard the Gospel because of those prayers, so friend: this prayer is dangerous. God will use you. He will call you out on the water and fill you with His Spirit, and whisper, “Tell it from a mountain, my daughter.” Don’t just pray it because it sounds pretty and daring, oh, count the cost first. The telling of this Gospel will trigger a response in every single heart: either a heart that is drawn closer to Jesus or a hardened heart.

Expect rejection. Expect slander and judgement and anger. Expect to be cursed and to be praised. Expect eyes lighting up, smiles perking, tears flowing. Expect people repenting and meeting their Love for the first time.

Once you’ve counted the cost, and decided that your sweet Jesus is well worth everything, pray for boldness.

Sister, I believe in you. And more importantly, God believes in you.

Let’s rise up into the women that God created us to be, gently and loving and passionately telling our neighbors of what Jesus did, in perfect boldness and humility.

Don’t worry. Jesus loves you. Jesus loves your neighbors. His Kingdom is coming, and nothing, angels nor demons, height nor depth, can stop it.

 

Oh, just think of the beautiful, eternally deep and glimmering moment, when we are dancing and feasting in Jesus’ Kingdom, and we look to our right and see glad men and women, who are here, in the Kingdom of Love, because we told them about Jesus back in our old life.

You scarcely remember that faded memory, maybe it was at an ice cream shop, or at that old building you worked at, or in your home… you told them about Jesus, and they came to know Him, and now, oh sister, look! Here we are, in the Kingdom, there is Jesus and there are your sisters! And God, in His grace, used us to bring His people home!

What a joyful, blissful moment of celebration. We will lock eyes with them and hug and laugh, and think back to the moment when you first told them name of Jesus… and then look around at the gleaming gold and jasper and diamonds of Heaven.. and celebrate that we are at last Home.

 

Friend, if you are perplexed as to how to articulate the Gospel, remind yourself of its simplicity. Picture it in your mind. Work through it in your heart. Seek God and ask Him to give you concise words.

Jesus died for our sins, and then rose back to life three days later.

When we believe that, we are forgiven and have the hope of Heaven.

It’s simple. It’s beautiful. Go scream it from the mountaintops, my sister.

 

With much, much love. And a recognition that I am a common man, just wanting to be with Jesus. –Melissa

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22 thoughts on “Butterflies.

  1. Hey Melissa, this is Ben.

    I just wanted to thank you and let you know how much your blog means to me. Even as a guy, what you write can be applied to my life in so many ways. Going to be praying for boldness this week.

    Keep going and running in Christ.

    With love,
    Ben

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    1. Ben,
      Awh, thank you so much!! I am so glad that you like the posts. It means so much! YES I can’t wait to see what God is going to do through that prayer! Go tell it from a mountain! Much love!

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  2. Love this a lot. I find myself so often praying so hard that God would reveal himself to these people around me, that God would save all these dear people I know and love. Yet when I feel that nudge to actually verbalize the gospel to them, I get scared and find myself saying, “bring someone else into their life!”

    This post encouraged me to pray for boldness. And even when I fail or ignore that proding on my heart, I want to pray again and take in God’s grace for the moments I don’t take advantage of.

    Thanks again for writing!

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    1. Cassie,
      YES I totally understand!! Every bit of it haha. It’s so crazy that we want people to know Jesus and that we know His power, but get so nervous. This verse encouraged me this morning: “but just as we have been approved by God to be entrusted with the gospel, so we speak, not to please man, but to please God who tests our hearts.” Praying with you for boldness! Much love!!

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  3. Love your blog. You are so “bare naked” and articulate so well how I feel a lot. God bless and He is using you in this wonderful blog!!!! John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, ” I am the Way, the Truth and the Life, no man cometh to the Father but by Me”

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    1. Kimberly,
      Awh haha thank you so much! I am so glad that you appreciate that “bare naked-ness” hahah it’s sometimes rather difficult, so this is encouraging. Yes, I love that! HE alone is the WAY, the TRUTH, and the LIFE! Much love girl!

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  4. Melissa, it’s as if you wrote this post for me. Boldness in evangelism is something I have struggled with and prayed for earnestly for years. There is so much I can relate to in this post, thank you so much for sharing your heart ❤️

    In Christ,
    Maddie

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    1. Maddie,
      WOW yes me too!! I understand that struggle! I’m so glad you get it hahah it can be so hard, but thank God that He is FAITHFUL to give us boldness in abundance when we ask Him! He loves us and delights in using us!! Keep shining, friend. Much love!

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  5. Why oh why have I not discovered your writing and heart poured out in these posts before now!!! 😉 Thank you from the absolute bottom of my heart. Seriously. I needed to come across this whole entire blog page and I am extremely thankful!!! I am excited to read back through all of these and the ones to come! Bless you for your sacrifice and sharing of your heart.

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    1. Cacy,
      Awh, friend well I am so glad that you are here, NOW! Haha! I am so glad that God is touching your heart through these blogs! He loves you and will meet you right where you are at. Thanks for your encouragement, sister! Much love!

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  6. This has pricked my heart, convicted me, sent me into prayer, and called me on a mission. It’s sent me on a mission that I’m afraid of. Thank you for speaking the truth. I will count the cost and pray for boldness to do the will of God. Everything you write is so good I want to reblog it on my own blog. 🙂 You are genuine and I’m glad you let God use you to write these words. I needed them.

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    1. Olivia,
      WOW powerful words! Yes and amen- He calls us on a mission. Love what you said about counting the cost and praying for boldness to do the will of God! Thank you for your kind words and for your encouragement! You are so loved! Much love.

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  7. Reblogged this on Giver of Good News and commented:
    This Jesus, He has saved me. He has died for all of my sins, forgiven me, and redeemed me from the grip of hell. He was beaten and pierced and killed for me. He came from Heaven for me, to bring me back to my Father. He is the One who loves me relentlessly and endlessly and unconditionally. Oh, this hope, this joy and love and sweetness I feel, I must tell them of it! I must tell them about Jesus.

    This will convict you and motivate you and spark that fire in your bones.

    Liked by 1 person

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