6 years ago, I worked on a heart team in Florida. On this particular occasion, I went to the holding area to pick a woman who was having a redo heart surgery. She was a young woman. As I walked into the holding area, I could tell by the conversations she was having that she was into new age spirituality.

When I introduced myself, she looked at me with a very odd look in her eyes and said,

I was here before Jesus Christ ever was…

Shocked, I physically stepped back. Something was very wrong with this picture. Immediately, I consulted the Lord.

What kind of spirit was in this girl? Did it see the Holy Spirit in me?

My mind was racing with questions and possibilities until I laid them all aside to focus on the reason we were there in the first place, heart surgery.

After I wheeled her into the OR and got her all situated on the table, after she had some antianxiety meds onboard, I leaned in closely to her ear and whispered,

Jesus loves you. He will be with you for this operation. He will watch over you and keep you safe. I will be praying for you.

Then she looked at me with the eyes of a normal, scared girl and said,

You would pray for someone like me?

Yes I would. Because at the name of Jesus, the enemy has to leave. Even in a whisper.I wonder where she is now? I wonder if she ever met Jesus. Lord I hope she did!

This is day 26 of 31 days of five minute free writes. Be sure to head over to Kate’s blog to participate or read along or both.

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1 Kings 19
11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

Come close. Lean into what I’m about to say. Sometimes a whisper speaks louder than the loudest shout, the loudest cacophony of noise.

Sometimes it’s necessary to whisper. The story is too hard, too painful to tell.

Traumatic things elicit a whisper. Whispering means that the person that you’re talking to has to lean in closely to you to hear what you have to say. To really hear what you have to say.

Because sometimes the thing that you have to say is so awful it can only be said in a whisper.

Blogging is a way for me to communicate the hard things, the things I can’t say out loud, the things that if I chose to say them out loud, I would say them in a whisper.

I’m grateful for the people who read my blog, hear my whispers, hold them in their hearts, sharing some of my burden with me.

His… Michelle

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