She is seventy-four and she has had it since she was twenty-two.
It is one question. She could say it in about eleven words. It is not a clever question and it is not obscure, and if a young person brought it to her she would know exactly what to do with it, because she has done that perhaps two hundred times.
She has never asked it out loud.
Not because she is frightened of the answer and not because she thinks it is forbidden. Because for fifty-two years she has been the one people bring things to, and there was never an obvious moment where that reversed.
At twenty-two she was already teaching. By thirty she was the one they rang. Her own mother started asking her things when she was about thirty-five, and that was the end of the last door that had been standing open.
So it went into her the way a splinter goes in, and the skin closed over it, and she is not in pain and never has been.
She simply assumes now that she will die holding it.
And she has begun, in the last year or two, to feel a small resentment about that which she does not like the taste of at all, because she has spent a lifetime telling people that no question is too much, and there is one in her that has never been allowed out of the house.

He put it up where it could be seen
Now, let me take you to a man in that book who does exactly what you have never done, and does it in public, in writing.
He has a complaint. A serious one about the way things are being run, and he does not phrase it carefully.
And then he does something that is worth your attention more than the complaint itself.
Hear this and hold it as already yours rather than as advice: your position never disqualified you from asking, and there is a prophet who puts his question up where it can be seen and then plainly waits. That is not an old woman's opinion, it is what stands written in the second chapter of Habakkuk, and the same Holy Spirit who has been answering through you for fifty-two years is on that porch step with you now.
Read what he says he is going to do.
I will stand at my watch and station myself on the ramparts; I will look to see what he will say to me, and what answer I am to give to this complaint.Habakkuk 2:1
I will stand at my watch.
He does not withdraw the complaint and he does not answer it himself, and those are the only two things most people ever do with a question.
He takes up a position, in the open, and he watches, and he says outright that he expects to be spoken to.
And notice the last clause: what answer I am to give to this complaint. He does not know it yet. He is a prophet, he is the one people come to, and he stands there in public with an unanswered thing and says so.
So take this now rather than at the end of your life: your question is allowed out of the house, because the written word has a prophet stationing himself on the ramparts with a complaint he has not resolved, and the Spirit of God has been answering other people through you for fifty-two years without ever asking you to be empty of questions first.
And the guard, because I will not romanticize this for you.
Nothing here promises you an answer this side of anything. The prophet is spoken to, and you may not be, and I am not going to tell you that seventy-four is the year it finally comes because I do not know that.
What is written simply refuses to make the position of the asker into a disqualification, and the Holy Spirit is not confused about who you are.
So ask it out loud, where it can be heard. And then do not answer it.
Not into the air. To one person, this week: the woman your own age who sits on that step with you, most likely, who has known you fifty years and has never once heard you ask anybody anything.
Say the eleven words. Then stop, and let it stand there, and do not do the thing you have done two hundred times for other people, which is take a question and handle it.
You are able to do that this week rather than at the end, because Scripture has a prophet stationing himself in the open with an unresolved complaint and saying plainly that he is going to watch, and the Holy Spirit has been at work in you since twenty-two with that splinter in and the skin closed over it.
And let me name the resentment, because you do not like its taste and you should not put it down as a fault.
It is not resentment at the people who came to you. You loved them and you would do all of it again.
It is the plainest grief there is: fifty-two years of a door in one direction only, and a woman who told everybody that no question is too much, and who never once got to test that on her own.
You are going to test it this week. On a porch step, with your friend, in eleven words. What is written has a prophet stationing himself in the open with an unresolved complaint, and the Holy Spirit has been answering other people through you for fifty-two years.
Declare this over yourself
Then say these out loud. Know what they stand on: this authority is not yours by nature, it is Christ's, and in Christ it has been given to you, so you speak as one representing the King and not as a woman kept quiet by her own position. Every line rests on what is already written, and it is the Holy Spirit who carries it, never the sound of your own voice. You speak under His will, never over it, and however He answers, the outcome is His.
- Fifty-two years of holding it because of my position, you are ended. Scripture has a prophet station himself on the ramparts with a complaint he has not resolved and say plainly that he is watching for what is said to him.
- Fear that the one everybody asks is not allowed to ask, get out, in the name of Jesus. I have told people for fifty years that no question is too much, and there is one in this house that has never been let out of it.
- Lord, You have been answering other people through me since I was twenty-two without ever asking me to be empty first. This week eleven words are going to my friend on that step, and then I am not handling them.
Habakkuk 2:1
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