I love words.
I love their deep meanings and how the gifted and the innocent string syllables together like raindrops on a clothesline for the sun to shine through and make tiny rainbows. I’m stunned how words — sometimes simple, sometimes dramatic — forever change the course of a moment, a life, a nation. They make and break relationships of every status and combination, day-in and day-out, over and over and over again. Written, spoken, or sung, words can cause one to stop. To question. To consider. To see.Written, spoken, or sung, words can cause one to stop. To question. To consider. To see. Click To Tweet
From a young age, I’d sneak off to a closet to read, barely aware of the shoes I sat on or the clothes hovering overhead. I’d fill pages and pages of journals with very important, private, girl words. Eventually I stepped into the public arena, writing words for others to ponder. Later I’d learn there are no words to express my wonder at watching hearts revealed in focused eyes as I teach simple truths.“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.” Click To Tweet
With an eternal perspective, Solomon recorded, “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.”* And later: “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.”** Words are magnificent, but they can also be monsters. In a world reeling in pain and emotions and questions, may I say it?
Please stop the noise.
- We have become obsessed with our own words.
- With the freedom to express them.
- With the self-centered high of having others acknowledge them – positively or obnoxiously.
We don’t see past the immediate.
We just want to shout out our angst.
We want to be heard.
But could we, for a moment, see the power of silence? The beauty of the rest? The reward of the waiting. Not to make a point. Not to say something. Not to retort. But simply for the space to breathe and think and see anew.Please stop the noise. Click To Tweet
Take a moment and listen to really great music. One moment it screams. Then it breathes. Then it pauses in pain or discovery or silent relief. Music of the heart ebbs and flows. Living from the heart should as well.
The crazy part: I’m throwing more words into a hurricane of clamor, hoping this little whisper will catch someone’s ear and cause them to pause. To ponder. To question and wonder. To see beauty and pain in hidden corners of their soul and the souls of others. For in silence, humility is given room to speak and healing opportunity to grow.In silence, humility is given room to speak and healing opportunity to grow. Click To Tweet
How do you pull away from the whirlwind to distinguish what’s of value? To gain new insight and understanding? To inhale the power of silence?