The right word spoken at the right time is as beautiful as gold apples in a silver bowl. – Proverbs 25:11 (New Century Version)
For as long as I can remember, words have captivated me like Orion glowing in the night sky. I knew they had power from a very young age, and I was mesmerized by the thrill I felt when I scribbled out my 5-year-old thoughts, my 8-year-old thoughts, and my 15-year-old thoughts. I used words a lot, on paper and out loud – still do. Sharing words is like wearing a special dress, it makes me want to twirl around so the skirt floats magnificently on the air.
As I begin this blogging adventure, it is my intention to remain keenly aware of the power of the words I use and put out into the world. Intentions don’t always match impact, and I know that not everything I write will wrap you up like a cozy blanket on a rainy day. Words don’t always play nice in the sandbox. There are words that give life and there are words that bring death (Proverbs 18:21) And in knowing that, I still embark on this journey of discovery and obedience.
Wide-eyed, red crazy-curly-haired little me has known the tug of words and I can’t un-know it.
Join me as I rise to meet the road.