and the Word became flesh
I feel so stifled right now. I have all these words that are stuck in my throat and I can't get them out. If words are my air then I am choking and I can scarcely get a breath in. I feel like I am made up entirely of verbs, nouns, adjectives and modifiers; my entire essence is defined by a necklace of strung syllables, wrapped in a cocoon of written lines on a page. When a musician listens to the beating of their heart it gives them a beat, a rhythm that is in every piece that they write, every piece that they perform. When I listen to my heart beat it beats out words - it thrums a story with every beat and when I pause to listen I see the letters coming together to form words and sentences, spelling out the world.
Every time I feel the words boiling up out of me I always am drawn to John "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. There came a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness, to testify about the Light, so that all might believe through him. He was not the Light, but he came to testify about the Light. There was the true Light which, coming into the world, enlightens every man. He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him. He came to His own, and those who were His own did not receive Him. But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth.
It's so good - like honey on my lips, sunlight to my soul, a cooling rain after a drought. I love these words - not just how the role off my tongue, but how they strike truth into the heart. My heart beats with the words, with the Living Word. It infuses my very being with light, truth, goodness and holiness. My words belong to God - my heart and soul belong to the Creator, my Creator who infused my mind and body with the joy of the spoken and written word.
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to Him. To Him be the glory now and forever. Amen.
Every time I feel the words boiling up out of me I always am drawn to John "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. There came a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness, to testify about the Light, so that all might believe through him. He was not the Light, but he came to testify about the Light. There was the true Light which, coming into the world, enlightens every man. He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, and the world did not know Him. He came to His own, and those who were His own did not receive Him. But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth.
It's so good - like honey on my lips, sunlight to my soul, a cooling rain after a drought. I love these words - not just how the role off my tongue, but how they strike truth into the heart. My heart beats with the words, with the Living Word. It infuses my very being with light, truth, goodness and holiness. My words belong to God - my heart and soul belong to the Creator, my Creator who infused my mind and body with the joy of the spoken and written word.
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to Him. To Him be the glory now and forever. Amen.
posted by Rebecca at 10:22 AM
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