What Do You Want Me to Tell Them, Lord?

• By candidasullivan
• September 24, 2025
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What do you want me to tell them, Lord?

I used to think that I had to know what to say. That belief kept me paralyzed by fear. Trying to write from my wisdom and knowledge terrified me because it seemed like the harder I tried, the worse I wrote. 

Until one day, God showed me the formula. I’m not the creator. My job is not to come up with the words, but to listen for them. When I listen for the next word, I hear it. Then, I write it out. 

Overwhelm sets in when I feel like I have to figure everything out. The truth is that I don’t know how to help anyone else. I’m not sure what words anyone else might need to hear. But God knows. 

God knows the plan and every step along this journey. The only way for me to get from where I am to where I want to be is by following Him. 

It’s all really simple. But for twenty years, I’ve made it hard. I’m the one who has tried to figure it out, do it on my own, and even change my path. 

For a time, I even went to the world to try to learn God’s ways. I read all the books on how others succeeded and tried to adopt some of their ways, but it never took me where I wanted to go. 

Because in the depths of my soul, I want to work with God. And no one else can show me how to work with God. It’s personal, and it takes time. We have to be willing to spend time with Him and trust Him even when we don’t understand. 

I can learn things from other writers. But if I allow them to teach me, I will miss the gift God wants to give me. 

For me, writing comes from the heart. When God inspires me, I can share deeply personal things because I know it will help someone else. And helping someone else is more important to me than what others might think of me. 

Writing with God helps me step out of my flesh and into my soul. 

My flesh wants to keep a record of how unqualified I am. It recalls every encounter that made me feel unworthy and inadequate to do this work with the Lord. 

But when the spirit of God settles on me and speaks to me, nothing else matters. My soul connects with God, and the words fill up the blankness. 

It’s a beautiful, rewarding process. 

Following the Lord and using the gifts He gave us is a form of worship and love. Every time He blesses me to create something beautiful from a blank sheet of paper, I’m awed by Him. When I’m unsure about the direction of our writing, but then it is precisely what I needed to hear, I’m so grateful. 

Sweet friend, if you are struggling with your gift(s) from the Lord, I encourage you to spend time with Him. God knows the plan. And He wants to share it with you. 

Let Him take the complicated, stressful gift you’ve been trying to figure out and make it simple. Let Him bless you in the way He wants to bless you. 

1 Corinthians 2:13 KJV

13 Which things also we speak, not in the words which man’s wisdom teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth; comparing spiritual things with spiritual.

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