Word-Up

Words are increasingly important to me. I know that separates me from a majority of the population, but I find it remarkable that we can articulate. Of all the creatures on the planet, none are so able to articulate as humans. I believe it is an integral part of community with God. He created mankind in His image and intended to communicate with them through words. Words spoken in the garden, words written in His book...

The written word is powerful, which is why I feel I'm in training every time I post on this thing. It is sharpening the power between the mind of one (me) to another (you). And I treasure the opportunity to write words that can make us feel in new ways, understand new things or record for our memory details that will whisk us back to a place and time that has become clouded in our synapses.

And there are quiet words, private words, words you only write or say in safe places. And while this is an open place, an authentic place, a transparent place it is not safe for all my words. So I keep a journal. I'm not a great journaler. I don't intend on publishing my memoirs. They are for me. They are a companion that communicate between the self I am and the self I was. I gave up my journal when I began to write on this page, but recent events have filled me with words that are quiet words, secret words that I entrust to the pages that only speak back to me the words I put on them. I'll share some with you, "But alas I'm driven back to you. Your leather bindings form the barrier for my eyes only. And I have found that there are secrets that must be entrusted to you and few others. The type of secrets that are not mine only, and will not be secrets forever. Few of our secrets ever are."

Do you Journal? Do you write you out your thoughts? I have found it to be a good place of prayer and meditation. A spiritual discipline to cry out to God, and mark the work He is doing.