How do we use words
when our world is turned upside down? Do they even make sense when they escape from the depths of unconsciousness? Do they even sound right when they blurt out of our mouths - like a child first learning to play the clarinet? And what happens when words fall like rain on the page lying in front of us? Do they heal like a band-aid, and stop the pain from gushing out; or do they leave a stain that penetrates to the core of our very heart? Words - they are the author of every thought. They write a story and they express a plot. And the funny thing is this - They can be expressed from all kinds of different perspectives; and they can quickly change depending on someone’s mood, or what is reported by the news. Yet, we are still held accountable for all of them - even the ones not written that run through our heads. Every word that is thought or said; every word expressed quietly, or out loud, has an implication on our ourselves, or someone else. All of them, whether yelled or running over and over again; ruminating according to their own story lines - they all have impact on what our next action is. And it all can change - on the drop of a dime - depending on our mood, or something else that has happened, or said! Distracted, or disgusted- We can shift quickly - to a new sub-heading. At any time we can change our minds on what we focus on. Perhaps their is something more appealing to look at. Perhaps there is a different way to phrase that? We can even see in pictures if we choose to. We can create an image of how we think or how we feel. And our description can be based in both fact and fiction! The imagination is totally God-given! Creation - an extension of a thought. A branch - extending from a tree of love, or hate. Rooted in the Creators mind, and constantly evaluated. Judged whether it is good, or not. Coated with the emotion attached to it. Loved and told it is good. Hated - it has been misrepresented. Stunned - by all that has been done. Beauty promoted, waste rejected. Rested - totally settled. Peace has finally come - no more words are filling my head! Music without lyrics plays like a harp. Quenching the troubled soul - Like Saul and David. A calming to the soul after a great credenza is really all that anyone could hope for. Maranatha Lord, Come
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