I have a little notebook made of handmade paper, stained with water, coffee and a fair share of tears. In addition to little bits of flowers, its pages contain poems, words written in moments of joy, moments of pain and moments of worship. And, almost no one has ever seen it.
Words are powerful. They flow from what is deepest in us, for out of the overflow of our hearts, our mouths speak.
And, I find sharing the words that come from the deepest parts to be absolutely terrifying at times.
But God has given me stories. They’re meant for more than me.
Timidly, I stretch the muscles that put those words in print, like an athlete trying out a tender foot and sometimes just as painful. Fear of falling is just as crippling as falling itself.
All I can pray is that as I share the words within me, I find a way to share the Word within me, too.