I sat there. Alone. My hotel room was quiet the night before our Overwhelmed Conference. Another year of planning, preparing and it all came down to one day—tomorrow. Different shades of self-doubt arose. I felt like Moses arguing with God. Who am I to do this Lord? Perhaps you should get someone more capable.
Like Jacob wrestling with God, I was coming to grips with Him—realizing that I couldn’t “go on” without Him. I mustered up a whisper, “Okay, but I will not let you go unless you bless me.” And then the blessing came in the form of a voice text. My best friend somehow knew that I was fighting a real battle.
My phone alerted a second time that my message was waiting. My heart was at ease just seeing his name: Eric Emoney. I fell backwards onto the bed holding the phone in the air above me. I pressed the play button to hear his voice. He was mimicking a ring announcer for a boxing match. “Ladies of Overwhelmed Conference 2016, Denver Colorado— This is the maaaain event of the eeeeevning! Speaking! out of Denver Colorado… she stands 5’6” tall, 124 pounds…Dawna the Iiiiiiitalian Hettttttzlerrrrrrrrr! Aaaaaaaannnnd it’s tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmme!”
Laughter filled my hotel room knocking out Ms. Self-doubt. A smile replaced my frown, not because he added an inch to my height and deducted pounds from my actual weight, but because thousands of miles away, my bestie could sense my insecure heart. He knew I needed encouragement, right at that very moment—a reminder that I’m to fight—to step into the arena that God has placed me in, and do what I know I’m called to do.
I listened to it again. When he shouted the word, “Speaking!” I pictured him doing a little jump and pointing at me. I held the phone close as his final words transferred to my heart: “Aaaaaaaannnnd it’s tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmme!”
Yes, it’s time. Time to quit second guessing. It’s time to stand firm, fight the good fight and do what He’s called me to do.
I sat up on the bed, crossed my legs and responded to his text:
Ah Ba Boo translates to: I love you. And even though he texts, “Ah Ba Boo” to David more than me, I won’t hold it against him. He sent me just what I needed, at just the right moment.
So if you get that inner prompting to send a message or to call a friend, do it. It is God’s reminder that someone out there needs to hear your voice say, “You can do this!”
He’s going to kill me, but I’m even going to share Eric’s voice text. It’s simply too good not to.