Words don’t flow as quickly as they once did. I’ve been writing consistently for five years now. And, sometimes, I wonder if words were more plentiful at the beginning of the journey because they’d been locked inside for so long. Piling up. Waiting to be released.
I chose to stuff them instead of release them for nearly 15 years. The day I let them out was like opening up a floodgate.
Every stroke on the keyboard brought healing
another stitch sewn
another wound addressed
another scar acknowledged
another prayer of thanksgiving
Parts once left for dead suddenly alive again
Freedom incredible freedom
Life amazing life
There is power and restoration found in words. I know that now.
I never want to stop
listening to them
Words form stories and stories are beautiful.
Last night, I listened to more folks share their stories
The mess, the pain, the mistakes, the failures, the lessons, the victories
I listened to their words and my heart was home
This, Lord. This is what life is all about.
PS Still love this song. Sums up my word journey so well…