I have a confession to make.
I am a logophile.
I simply LOVE words.
I love to study their origins, searching for hidden treasures tucked within the original translations. Scratching beneath the surface, looking for more. Squeezing life from letters as one might clench a lemon simply for the joy of making lemonade.
Words well-written draw me into their depths, inviting me to discover new things about myself and the world around me.
Stories flowed from pencil tip quite naturally when I was a young girl, and words still flow, albeit now they are more often written in ink or typed upon a keyboard pad. But instead of flowing naturally, they are sometimes yanked from the center of my heart, kicking and screaming in their efforts to remain hidden. To return to their confines. To avoid exposure.
Because sometimes words hurt.
Sometimes the truth hidden within scars the heart that holds it.
Sometimes it would be much easier to allow the pen of my soul to remain still.
But that would be a dishonor to the Master Storyteller.
And so I write.
I write so I remember.
I write to build memorials of grace and truth that rise like monuments across the pages of my life.
I write to express gratitude to the One who makes all things new.
I write to encourage myself to walk freely in this precious gift of Life which I’ve been given.
And somewhere, in the midst of the raw and messy, I write in hopes that my words will provide an altar for others. A sanctuary of worship. A place of rest where it is safe to connect with another soul. With a Savior.
And so, I will continue to piece together the words within, threading them tenderly upon the tapestry of my life.
For His glory.
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