I love Jill Briscoe. I heard her speak last year at a conference. Though she wasn’t the youngest, prettiest, hippest speaker there, though she didn’t wear flashy clothes and didn’t have big hair, she was my favorite speaker. She looks like she could sit next to you in the pew at church. She looks like a grandma you’d see strolling in the park with a grandchild. And she has been given a gift. God used her to draw me closer to Him, to give me a greater love for Him and a greater burden to not sit on this treasure chest of His Word. Plus, I really like her neat British accent.
At the conference, she read from her book God’s Front Door. You really should own a copy and keep it close at hand so you can read a snippet of it over a cup of coffee or tea. Then you can roll her words around in your head all day long and let God use her words to bring His Word more alive to you.
In one passage about finding ourselves in hot water, Mrs. Briscoe begins to imagine herself as a tea bag in the hot water of life.
Am I like a tea bag waiting to know
What flavour I am when in hot H2O?
Am I like a tea bag, soggy and wet?
Am I asking the Lord just how hot it can get?
I want to be able to give out for sure
A fragrant aroma that makes folks want more —
But that means hot water that hurts my deep pride
That cleans out my life ’til I’m tired inside,
Of a fragrant-less life, that knows not how to sing —
So dip me in water, BUT KEEP HOLD OF THE STRING!
She said she thinks of this every time she drinks tea.
As we find ourselves in hot water —- delayed airplanes, more financial obligations than money, more tasks than hours in the day, sick children, impossible co-workers, speeding tickets, long lines at the grocery store, incompetent salespeople, annoying neighbors, clogged toilets —- let’s pray we become a fragrant aroma. And let’s trust that God’s not letting go of the string.