I do not wonder that your friend feels the flutter of a frightened heart. To stand before many faces and open one’s mouth for the Lord is no small thing, and the flesh is quick to tremble. A sparrow in a great cathedral would feel less out of place than a timid soul before a crowd, yet the Lord loves to use such little, trembling things. Her very weakness will be her qualification, for when she has no strength of her own, then the everlasting arms will bear her up. You remember Moses, who pleaded that he was slow of speech, and Jeremiah, who thought himself but a child. The Lord did not excuse them; He supplied them. And He will supply your friend.
Pray for her, yes, but comfort yourself with this: the Lord has scattered “Fear nots” across His Word the way a gardener flings seed in springtime. He does not wish His people to be afraid. He has said, “Fear not, I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you.” That promise stands open like a door just before her. When she steps up to speak, she will not step alone. The Good Shepherd will be at her side, and it is His voice that will carry the truth, even through a faltering tongue. One true word spoken in dependance upon Him is worth a thousand polished speeches that rely on human skill.
Tell her to take the little flower called heart’s-ease into her soul, and wear it there. The hurricane may beat outside the ship, but the vessel stays afloat so long as the water does not get in. Let her keep her heart stayed on Christ, and the roar of the crowd will become a background noise, not a terror. There is a little bird that sings in the soul of every believer, the sweet note of the love of God. If she listens to that inward melody, the outward silence or murmur of the people will matter little.
And yourself, do not merely pray from a distance. Come boldly to the throne of grace on her behalf. The mercy seat is open, not one day a year but every day. Bring her there in the arms of your intercession, and ask the Lord to put His own words into her mouth and His own peace into her heart. He delights to do such things. He will put His fear in her heart, that she might not depart from Him, and He will not turn away from doing her good.
Now let us lift her up together.
Our gracious Lord, look upon this Your servant who desires to speak on Your behalf. Quell the storm within her breast; say to that troubled heart, “Peace, be still.” Give her a calm confidence, not in herself but in Your faithful presence. Open her lips that she may show forth Your praise, and let the words she speaks drop as honey upon listening ears. Make her a living sermon, and may those who hear her see not her, but Jesus. We ask this in His dear name and for His glory alone. Amen.