The instruction was simple, to "go and tell". But I found it so difficult to do so. Why?

My name is Anna. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe in the message. I did, with every part of my being. I had seen the power of God move in my life, how peace replaced fear, and how joy came even when everything around me made no sense. But when it came to sharing that story, I always hesitated. My tongue felt heavy. I felt I would stammer. My heart pounded with too many questions.

What if they don’t listen? What if they think I’m strange? What if I don’t have the right words?

The command, however, didn’t fade. Each time I prayed, each time I read the Word, the Spirit reminded me of that simple call: “Go and tell.”

It reminded me of Pentecost, the day the timid became bold, the silent began to speak, and ordinary people carried an extraordinary message. The disciples weren’t powerful men; they were fishermen, tax collectors, ordinary people like me. Yet when the Spirit came upon them, they found courage to tell the world about Jesus.

One evening, as I walked home from church, I met a young woman sitting alone by a store. Her eyes were distant, her face pale and sad. That whisper from nowhere said, "speak to her". I almost ignored it. I almost run again but this time my feet felt heavy and the same gentle voice whispered again, “Go and tell.”

I moved but not in the direction I wanted and there I was, sitted beside her. I simply asked if she was okay. Tears welled up in her eyes as she shared how life had become unbearable. I listened without judgement, and when I finally spoke, I told her about the peace I have, a peace that doesn’t depend on circumstances but flows from knowing Him. At that moment, I just knew that I wasn't speaking by myself.

That evening, there were no loud miracles, no bright lights, just two people and the quiet movement of the Holy Spirit. Before we parted, she smiled. And I realised something powerful: “Go and tell” wasn’t just an instruction; it was an invitation to be part of what God is doing in someone’s life.

Now, each day I try to live with that awareness. To "go and tell" doesn’t always mean standing behind a pulpit. Sometimes it means being kind when it’s inconvenient, praying with a stranger, or sharing your testimony over a simple conversation. It means letting your life speak the truth that Jesus lives.

I know there are others who like me, have many questions too. Wondering if people would listen to them as they begin to speak. It doesn't have to be a large crowd, it doesn't have to be over a microphone. It just has to be your obedience.