Have you ever been in a situation where you knew you needed to say something and had no idea what to say? I see those hands, we’ve all been there at one time or another. During my freshman year at college one of my closest friends there sent me a text saying that she had just gone through a breakup. I quickly headed over to her dorm where two of our friends had already gathered to hear what happened and try to offer comfort. The situation was a bit worse than I thought, the guy she had been seeing did not take the “It’s not you, it’s me” approach but instead laid all of the blame on the doorstep of my dear friend, saying some hurtful things directly aimed at some insecurities. Oh, and did I mention it was her first relationship? Ouch. She finished the tale with “What’s wrong with me? Why do I have to care so much?” I looked at her in the eye, unsure of where to start. I didn’t have any experience in the area of breakups, but I knew what it felt like to ask that question. I quickly shot up a prayer and opened my mouth, still not knowing what was going to come out. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure what all came out of my mouth now, because I wasn’t the one saying it. I know I stated that I felt the words of the young man weren’t coming from a place of truth but from deep self-hatred and depression. Then words of truth began pouring out, addressing each of the lies of insecurity that had been stirred up, one after the other. They weren’t my words, they were the words of her Father, meant to comfort her. They stopped as suddenly as they began and the room was silent until the voice of her roommate on the top bunk broke it by whispering “Is anyone else crying? There are so many tears I can’t see.” We all laughed, wiping away the remains of any tears and looked back at my friend to see how she was responding. Her first words were “How did you know that? I never told you he was dealing with depression. He has appointments with a bunch of doctors next week because he has major depression and it’s worse than it’s ever been, his meds stopped working.” I told her honestly that it must have been from the Lord, he wanted to reassure and comfort her more than I did. Interestingly enough, Jesus found himself in a similar situation where those around him were questioning what he said, and his answer wasn’t much different from mine:
“The Jews therefore marveled, saying, “How is it that this man has learning when he has never studied?” So Jesus answered them, “My teaching is not mine, but his who sent me. If anyone’s will is to do God’s will, he will know whether the teaching is from God or I am speaking on my own authority. The one who speaks on his own authority seeks his own glory; but the one who seeks the glory of him who sent him is true, and in him there is no falsehood.” (John 7:15-18 ESV)
How cool is that? The Lord takes those situations where we don’t know what to say and speaks through us. And he doesn’t stop there, if those listening are desiring to know and do the Lord’s will, he’ll confirm in their spirits that it’s His teaching. The best part is that He doesn’t have to do that. He could just as easily have spoken directly to my hurting friend. Instead, He chose to use me as his voice so that not only was my friend encouraged, the other two girls in the room were touched and my faith was built up. He’s quite the multitasker, and He’s the only one worth the glory.