If you asked me one thing I’m passionate about, my immediate response would be words.
But not just any words.
Words that bring me here. And keep me here. Because so often, I want to be anywhere but.
Messy words. Imperfect words. Ones that are laced with heart-aching truths and breath-taking vulnerabilities.
Because these are the words I wish to speak, but so often come up short.
They tell the stories that our hearts long to hear.
They soothe the scars that we choose to keep hidden.
They remind us that we are human. Messy and imperfect.
And what can be more beautiful than that?
2 Corinthians 4:16 - Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.