Words.

I fill my day with them.

Documents, forms, policies, procedures.

Words, words, words.

I type them.

I study them.

I try to understand them.

I email them.

And then for pleasure, I often go home and read even more of them.

Words that entertain.

Words that make me laugh.

Words that make me think.

My life is filled with words.

When my heart is filled with questions or fear or frustration or disappointment or anger, I speak them.

Different words.

Desperate words.

I pour them out like a pitcher spilling everything it holds on the counter, emptied but messy.

I spill out words.

Yet in my emptiness, I find myself searching for more.

More words.

I wake up early and go straight Him- to His Words – and suddenly I find meaning.

I realize very quickly that it’s not man’s words or my words that bring purpose.

It’s His.

I read them over and over.

And even when they make me cringe, I keep right on reading.

Because the deeper I get into His Word, the deeper I get into my heart.

And the painful grip I have on the edge of life loosens when I remember I’m not holding on to the right thing.

I’m holding on to something that begs me to let go.

So I can hold on to His Words.

Words that have kept prisoners from losing hope.

 Words that have kept the discouraged from giving up.

 Words that have soothed the pain of breaking hearts.

Words that have strengthened the weak.

Words that have kept other words from defining me or anyone on this planet.

Words like,

mistake

loser

failure

defeated

alone

lost.

These words are washed away by the power of His Words and His grace and His love.

Suddenly everything that’s pulling me over the edge,

dragging me down,

trying to loosen my grip on the One thing I love most,

is weightless.

I quit struggling to hold on when I realize He holds me.

I quit struggling with my own Words when I open His.

Because I realize when I release my grip on everything but Him, I am suddenly free to fall into His arms.

That’s how He works.

He takes every word that drags me away from feeling powerful and pulls me right to Him.

He becomes my safe landing place.

I’m releasing my grip today.

And it feels so good.

Hebrews 1:1-3

In the past God spoke to our ancestors through the prophets at many times and in various ways, but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son, whom he appointed heir of all things, and through whom also he made the universe. The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word.