My ‘path of ordinary’ has been filled with peeks of wonder. Even as a child growing up in a home absent of faith I remember times of seeking and wondering. Could there be a God, and if there was, would he want anything to do with ordinary me? I remember lying in bed with covers tightly pulled over my head slipping out my tiny hand, just in case God wanted to touch it. Little did I know he was touching it and holding on tight all along.
A more serious pursuit occurred during college. My father’s cancer returned with a vengeance threatening to take him from us. Once again in a scared and desperate attempt, I reached out from the safety of my bed. I prayed for my dad and for myself.
In my bedroom, without a church or pastor I raised my hand in surrender to Jesus. He filled my room and my heart with a presence I will never forget. I’ve been wonderstruck ever since.
This ordinary person, on a path of ordinary, is desperate for peeks of a Heavenly Father who continues to hold her hand.
Thank you for joining me along the path…
I remember hearing the phrase “a spoken word can never be erased” at a young age. It impacted me deeply as my mind recalled the many times I’d used harsh words or had spoken impulsively. Now the stakes are even higher. Our words are recorded and stored in many places. From emails, texts, social networks to videos, whether we like it or not, our words have the ability to live forever. Trying to retract them can be next to impossible. Words remain powerfully permanent. We can blame our mood or our circumstances when words seep out in reckless abandon, however ultimately no one else can release them but the one who speaks. It’s no wonder the Word of God warns us to tame our tongue and encourages us to be selective about what we speak.
When we consider how many wonderful books are written and the exquisite poetry tucked between their pages, we have to marvel at the artistry of carefully connected strands of words. They can soothe us, or inspire us; move us to act or challenge us to change. Their fluid presentation and gracious harmony of expression are valuable instruments in their master’s hands.
Words can breathe life.
When we speak truth over or about someone – when we authentically and accurately affirm an individual, we can be certain our words will be lasting. They’re etched in the stone of the soul. The same is true with prophetic words. When the Holy Spirit carefully transfers a proclamation of destiny or design from one individual to another, both know it. The recipient grabs onto the confirmation of what’s already deep within their soul and change is inevitable.
Words can construct.
Writers, speakers, teacher, all have the ability to powerfully influence through words. We have the choice to carelessly scatter or meticulously plant life-giving seeds through words. We speak to the soft soil of the heart. Words remain and germinate beneath the soil, waiting for the appropriate time to break forth in new life.
May I always carefully guard my tongue and my pen, striving to be useful, helpful, accurate and gracious. I choose to remember words aren’t easily erased and shouldn’t be underestimated.
“Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person” Colossians 4:6 (ESV)