Words to inspire.
Words to encourage.
Words of truth.
Words...
That is my gift. That is my blessing. Wonderful colorfully spun usage of the English language. Things to make your heart soar into it's makers grasp....to up lift.
Words...
What if truth sometimes tears down? What if it unravels the linen? What is it is the final blow on a fragile pot?
Words...
What if you can not find them? What if there is no one to speak them? What if the one who can, won't.
Oh, words...
Those you long to say, long to take back, long to use to heal, to encourage, to uplift...what if they get lost in translation? what if they are used to deceive?
Sweet lack of words...
Such ache, such brokenness, such time lost. To much to cover with simple words.
Quiet...
silent...
His words, "I will never leave you or forsake you, I am your strong tower, I am NOT the father of confusion, but of peace. I have a plan and I knew even this. There is no condemnation, for I am Love"
Words....
His words fuel me, comfort me, sooth me, guide me on. I can not trust mans words- nor my own tongue to always choose right. I am an unraveled linen, a lump of clay without His breath or
His words...
They are all that matters, they will bring healing, restoration, and peace. They are so much more then mere
Words.
