We are all, not only living this life we've been blessed with and given, but telling a story. A story of who we are, what we value and cherish, what we dislike or even hate, words or no words, indeed, a story we are telling.
I do have a deep love for words...I love journaling-though my mind races faster than my hand and is a constant source of frustration. I love the art of storytelling and reading aloud. Words are so powerful-to build or tear down. Lots of words are floating around these days, good and bad, and I find myself hesitant to add mine to the mix.
I started a little blog back in 2006, but it didn't last very long-my cease had more to do with word snobbery than lack of confidence. You see, I'm that person that ranks the quality of words...and before you start thinking vocabulary, allow me to explain.
Words spoken orally, face to face with those I know, trust, and love, are the most powerful in my opinion. Much like Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice, I have never possessed the gift to converse easily with people-I'm always concerned that somehow my words will be misunderstood, misconstrued. I think of Moses when he asks God to choose someone else because he was not eloquent and rather slow of speech. One of my husbands biggest gripes is that in mid sentence I will pause and go into my head, never finishing my thought-I did, he just didn't hear it. But he knows... I find myself, after a conversation, combing over what was said and how could I have said it better to help the hearer more accurately know my heart. Much like writing, the words in my mind race faster, and I dare say more eloquently than my ability to speak them. But, the art of looking someone in the eye, seeing their non-verbal response, pausing, and hearing their interjected thoughts-not only listening, but experiencing their body language, allows the speaker to glean how what is spoken is correctly received. One on one, face to face, is , in my opinion, the most powerful way to communicate.
Although, I have been blessed to have the opportunity to teach and lead bible studies not to mention a few paint classes, they have always been small groups of women that I could look in the eye. I think God knows how I would torture myself otherwise. Even in this manner, words/life are exchanged.
I have always been drawn to the power of written words. I remember a Norman Rockwell journal that was given to me as a child and I recall filling it with random thoughts and treasures. I have in my possession precious cards and notes that I have received from dearies over the years, and when I come across them, I reread, reminisce, remember...even the sad ones will bring a smile. I treasure not only the writer's thoughts, but hold dear that it is in their own hand writing. At the shop, we recognize each other's handwriting long before we find a signature. Don't you love recipe cards that are not only stained from use, but are written by the one who gave it to you...sweet treasures... I can even look back at my own handwriting and see different seasons and moods jumping off the page, telling...reminding...
Stealing away with a good book and getting lost in its pages, is such a sweet pleasure. Historical fiction could become an addiction of mine! But to rise early before the sun appears on the horizon and read words from the greatest book ever written, a story that transcends time and has forever changed my life, is one of the sweetest privileges of my life. God's Word is truth to my heart and food for my soul. I fail nearly every step I take, but I'm so grateful for a redemptive Savior and his sweet word.
I use words a lot in my decorating style...once again, beautiful and quite powerful. It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words, but without words we often leave the interpretation of the picture up to the one who is looking. A picture tells a story...A home tells a story...Our lives tell a story...but without words?.. I have a sweet friend tell me once when I was in a crux in my life, "many may try, but really, only you can truly tell your story. Don't let other people tell your story." I knew she was right, but I was wary due to a season we had experienced with some crazy people who used social media to spread hate, falsehood, half truths in an effort to rewrite our story-perhaps another story for later.
I use to help lead a junior high girls Sunday school class-talk about a sweet but tough crowd. I often reminded them that they were teaching something, even without words, with the very lives they live. I would ask them, "what are you teaching? What kind of story are you telling?" I follow on instagam designsbysocalgal (she is a kindred spirit when it comes to the value of something done by hand, written or painted in your own hand.) She painted the sweetest sign which says, " this is us, our life, our story, our home." Beautifully said and so very true. Our lives are telling a story, with or without words, but please use words too. Tho others may try, only we can truly tell our story-a beautiful art. May we take hold of the privilege we've been given, tho it won't be perfect, tell it well.
Note to self: Share your life with those around you. Don't hold back or hide behind walls. You never know who might be leaning in, needing to hear, taking note...It won't be perfect, but do it well. Be strong and have courage, Joshua 1:9.
Y'all have a beautiful day😊
I am a simple and ordinary girl who loves to share meaningful stories about the extraordinary people and blessings, the sweet everyday happenings that make me smile. I hope you all have a beautiful day!