My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

Not On My Watch

The words pierced that mama place in me. A boy, left on a bus, now dead. My heart aches and wants to scream, but the void is loud and my voice sounds like a whisper. How could this happen?

And that place in me wants to shake my head and say, “No more. Not on my watch.”

But what can I possibly do when my voice feels so quiet in this world full of loud?

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image credit: a secret land @ tumblr

What if my voice isn’t enough?

What if I’m not enough?

But there is the truth. I’m not. My voice will never be enough to save the world because I was never meant to save the world. That has already been done. I’m meant to tell others how and walk it out.

There is a truth to knowing that people can’t hear. They can’t hear that they’ve been saved over the growling of bulging starved bellies.

They can’t hear that they’ve been saved over the screaming words and flying fists.

They can’t hear that they’ve been saved when they can buy the newest solution.

They can’t hear that they’ve been saved when the drug feels so good.

They can’t hear that they’ve been saved when their son is left to die on a bus.

Sometimes we need to make it possible for people to hear before we speak. Sometimes we need to change circumstances to free people up to find the Savior.

Love People

The days of sparkly services and worship bands that wow will never fully demonstrate the love of God in a hurting world. If we want Sunday Christians, it’s the perfect solution. But if we want people who live for Christ, we need to step off the stage and out of the church doors and go to them, no matter where they are.

Will you stand? Will you go to those places and love? Love pure and true even if they don’t come to church? Love real and raw even if they don’t hear a word you say? Love whole and broken to show them what love is?

Linking up with great writers of hope today.


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About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

4 Replies

  1. Powerful words, Becky. And challenging, too. It’s time to take what we confess about Jesus out into the world and let our lives do the convincing and convicting.
    Blessings to you.

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thank you for visiting Michele. The impact of many people loving greatly is an amazing thing!

  2. I think the fact we can’t save the world is hard some days, especially for people like me that want to be problem-solvers. Thankfully we serve the ultimate Problem-Solver, and when we submit our lives to him and love like he loves, we get to be part of the solution. This was a good post for me to read this morning. Thanks for linking up at #ThreeWordWednesday!

    1. Becky Hastings

      Thanks Kristin! Sorry it was 4 words instead of 3! It is hard to resist the urge to fix. I love how you refer to God as the ultimate Problem-Solver. We can take that off our to-do list! (or off the beam as Jen Hatmaker says in For the Love). If we love well and deep and full it will be a beautiful thing!

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