Monday, September 9, 2013

For When There Are No Words

We are a wordy people.  Spoken aloud or written in solitude, those intricate combinations of vowels and consonants spill out and over, trip us up, magnify our majestic Savior, encourage and bring hope, or cause us to hit a wall.  They can destroy like a wielded sword or be the sweetest salve on tender wounds.

But sometimes there  .  are  .  no  .  words.

We dig deep and try to find them, but they are not to be found.  Illusive they have become.  Our wells brim over with deepest sorrow or the most profound joy ever.  And we look for a way to express where we truly are.

But tongue-tied we have become.

It seems that only the most articulate among us can harvest those gems, the gifts that beg to be spoken, articulated, shared, offered up.  The rest of us are left to simply be still.  And savor all that's truest in our hearts.  And lift up hands that are heavily laden with some of the most profound, awesome emotions we've experienced on this journey here on earth.

And for those of us who have not been gifted with the tongues of angels or a gold-encrusted pen, we can only offer our feeble musings as a living sacrifice to the One who sees those unformed, unexpressed thoughts and emotions that whirl and swirl, that end up permanently engraved on our hearts. 

For His eyes only.

And when all is said and done, we understand once again that more often than not, it can be quite a magnificent offering to let our words be few.

 




~~~> will you come with me to Laura's?  and Jen's?  and Kristen's? and Emily's, too?

18 comments:

  1. I'm so thankful that the Lord doesn't have to have our words in order to know what we're thinking or feeling. There are times for me too when words just won't come. Or at least not the right ones. Love that song.

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    1. Yes, Lisa! And we've got to allow ourselves this grace not to have to make sense of our lives aloud ... or online! In good times or in want, there seems to be an unspoken pressure we place on ourselves to articulate everything in 3 easy steps. Doesn't work that way, does it ...

      Thanks for kicking off this conversation today, my friend!

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  2. Sometimes the most profound and eloquent words we can think of or utter fall short of the glory and praise our Father deserves. As you've said here, Linda, our silence, our worship, our leaning into the Father when our hearts ache beyond words or measure can be one of the most beautiful gifts we give to Him. I hope that you are not weighed down so much that this post reflects your heart today. If you're hurting beyond words, then I'm lifting you up, my friend. I'm lifting up any who find themselves speechless and hurting.

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    1. Ah, no ... the joy is overflowing! But I've been at the other end of the spectrum, too. Sometimes there are no verbal or written words. Just the strongest sense that He GETS it, right where I'm at!

      And that is SO good, my friend, isn't it?!

      ;-}

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  3. Dear Linda
    Sometimes the deepest joys and most profound sorrow cannot be expressed in words, but I know that when our hearts sighs in anguish our Pappa hears and understands much better than we think. Prayer is not only just words, I guess, but a lot of heart; a big, big lot of heart!
    Blessings XX
    Mia

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    1. Oh yes, He hears our heart-sighs, our praises in the night, the tears that fall silently, our whispered 'thank You, Jesus!'

      Bless you, Mia!

      ;-}

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  4. Beautiful words, Linda. From your beautiful heart to His and to ours...Blessings...

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    1. Thanks for coming by this evening, Sheila ... I hope you're doing well!

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  5. When I read this yesterday, I was touched to the heart. What a wonderful post.

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    1. I appreciate your kind words, Elizabeth. 'Cause the writing of this came from deep within ...

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  6. This reminds me of when Jesus was born and it says that Mary pondered all the events in her heart. Thankful God knows what is there for those days we just cannot fully express it.

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    1. mmm ... yes, I'm a ponderer. Born and bred. And I know I'm not the only one.

      Thanks for visiting this morning, Jen!

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  7. Amen and amen. I memorized that verse a few years ago. I need to revisit the need for "few words" and a softer heart for His words to be etched upon. Thank you.

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    1. A softer heart. Yes, Dea ... you have said this well!

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  8. I'm so grateful for the way the Spirit intercedes for us...interpreting even groans and sighs. It seems like my prayers are filled with those lately. Good truth here, Linda.

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    1. And maybe those groans, sighs, words that can't be uttered become a form of worship ... full trust, complete surrender, a lifting up hearts that need what only He can give.

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  9. well, your words here are a beautiful offering dear Linda. and i agree. this is something i struggle with as a writer... how to let my words be few, while writing all.the.time? thank you for making me think. xo

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    1. Yes, for all of us that wield a pen in one way, shape, or form, this is something worth pondering.

      Thanks, Emily, for dropping by this weekend!

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This is where we gather and hang out. I'd love for you to pull up a chair and jump right into the conversation. Or simply say 'hello.'

l'll be dropping in to visit you sometime soon ...

Linda

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