I wish I knew what to do with my words.
Pain, weariness, joy, wonder, beauty, love— they all seem to be colors on the painting of life. And I want to paint. I want to light up the world with beauty.
In a way, hands are a much simpler tool than the pen. They do. They act. They help. The pen does too, carving words and thoughts and emotions across the canvas of our minds, sometimes embedding farther than the hands alone can accomplish.
I am learning to use my hands to ease suffering, bring joy, and restore health. It is hard; very, very hard. But it is much simpler than words.
Words cannot be seen. Sometimes they allow themselves to be thought, but more often they are chased, as every one seems to fall short of reality. If only I could use them as I wish. If only they would follow my command, if only they would express the inexpressible.
But I suppose words fall short there. I can only use words for so much.
So what shall I use my words for? And how?
How can I heal with words? How can I help? How can I bring beauty, joy, discovery, and wonder? How can I show truth? How can I show love?
Oh Lord help me, for I do not know how to do this.
So show me how to show Your love. Show me how to weave, how to paint. Show me how to bring light. Show me what to do with my words.
May the Lord’s words guide mine. May He guide yours as well.
“Your word is a lamp to my feet
and a light to my path.”
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be acceptable in your sight,
O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.
*All Scripture quotations are from the ESV translation unless otherwise noted.