"Words Mean Things"

One of my cousin's says often, sometimes in a joking manner, that words mean things. That couldn't be more true. The words you read, hear, and speak mean things to your life. It's important to be aware of who your words can touch or how someone else's words can effect you.

For awhile, I lost my voice. I lost the meaning of words to my life. Words are who I am. I love to talk, to write, to read, and to engage in dialogue. I love words. When I lost the urge to read and write, I lost a part of myself. I had a lot of thoughts and feelings, but I wasn't putting them on paper or typing them onto a screen. I had no way of referring back to past experiences by way of my own account in written form. Essentially, I had no outlet that was true to who I am as the person I was made to be.

I was reading God's word, but I wasn't reflecting on it in the ways I am now. I wasn't spending real alone time with myself and with Him to give praise and thanks to words. My words, His word, positive words, they're all important to me. However, I silenced myself to appease the comfortability levels of others. And I tried to silence God, but He cannot be silenced. He is everywhere and I am reminded of that everyday I connect more with all of the words flowing through me.

These words aren't my own. Yes, they come from my direction, from my perspective, and from my experiences, but the words I give life to on paper or on this blog don't originate as a truth from my own human brain. I am completely convicted in everything I say and write. The words sometimes rush out of me with such urgency that I know I am not the sole author.

God gave me a voice and I will use it; don't ever let anyone stifle it or steal it. Protect your voice as you would protect your heart, because it is the mouth piece for the wellspring of life.