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Life in words

I have kept a personal journal, diary, if you will, since I was 12. I like writing. I like reading. I like words. I feel words--they carry depth and emotion and feeling. People often use words carelessly as if they dissipate as quickly as your breath in the cold winter's air. They don't, though. Words linger... ringing in your mind's ear for days, weeks, months, even years. For those that can almost tangibly feel the weight of words, some words last a lifetime. There are words that change the course of a person's personal history. Choices are made, challenges left behind, motivation lost or rather ignited all because someone said ...
With words God spoke our entire universe into being. With words Jesus gave up His spirit. With words the Holy Spirit quiets a tormented soul.
What words do you hold? What words do you share? What words do you not share for fear of rejection? A fear of rejection that was probably instilled in you because of someone's careless words.
Here is my time of confession to you, dear reader... I have not written on this simple blog for there are so many words out there already. There are words that are much funnier than mine. There are words that are much deeper than mine. There are words that sound a lot like mine. Why should I share mine with you? Because somewhere at some time, the words God has given me at that moment and asked me to share might just be for you. So I humbly obey and write ... words. Here again are my words, friends.  Words that I hope you find encouraging and motivating and inspiring.
He knows you.
He loves you.
He looks for you.
Be found by Him.

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  1. UnknownApril 22, 2014 at 5:08 PM

    Your words point to the WORD by which spoken this metaphysical world was created! Keep writing... "so that for times to come it may be an everlasting witness." Isaiah 30:8

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