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Words With Meaning

September 22, 2011

     My house is an absolute mess.  A bomb going off would create less damage than an 18th century reenactment.

     Keeping our homes neat and organized is always a challenge.  Working moms, home schooling moms and just flat out busy moms find little time to create a haven of organized peace and serenity.  We instead have categorized piles that we hope to address some day.  I confess the laundry baskets in my home are never used for laundry, instead they are catch alls for countless homeless items.

     Sometimes our minds feel a lot like our homes, mess everywhere.  There seems little time to organize our thoughts and put things away where they belong.  Then when it is time to retrieve that info, it was not stored correctly, and so it is not there.  We are having senior moments and we are not seniors.  We are having blonde moments and the only blonde in my hair comes from a bottle.

     I find that the combination of my messy house and my cluttered mind also create another dilemma. 

     Yesterday as I sat and tried to write yet another blog to encourage, I was blank.  I said, “I don’t know what to write.”  My daughter who was sitting next to me sweetly quoted one of my favorite sayings.  “You don’t write because you want to say something.  You write because you’ve got something to say.”  I had nothing to say.

     It took pulling back for a day and allowing some of the clutter in my brain to settle down, so I could once again hear from God.  I do not want to share my own ideas with you.  I try to allow God to guide me and give me a heart for each and every reader.  I want what I say to encourage and make a difference.  I want to write because God has given me something to say.

     This really is a novel idea for everyday life.  So often the words of our mouths come tumbling out far before our brains are in gear or before God has given us the words to speak.  We can sound thoughtless, uncaring, impatient and even harsh.  Sometimes it would be prudent to wear a plaque around our necks with the warning, “Beware, busy Mama, not responsible for words!”

     The problem is, we are responsible for our words.  Our words bring truth or spread lies.  Our words encourage and bring hope or tear down.  Our words bring joy and laughter or sorrow and even regret.  The regret may be our own.

     In our daily rush and in the midst of our rush caused mess we can speak and lash out in stress.  We say endless streams of words that do little to change the environment for the better.  Some situations would improve with our silence.  Sometimes we need to take a time out and wait for God to give us the words.  With God’s words lives and situations change. 

     Unfortunately the mess is an ongoing problem; one I will address in future blogs.  But today, in the midst of your mess, in the midst of your stress; wait.  Wait for God to speak through you and bring life to your hearers.

“May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing in your sight O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.”  Psalm 19:14

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Lucy permalink
    September 22, 2011 4:58 am

    May He RICHLY bless you, Debbie. You, certainly, are a blessing to so many of us.~


  2. Cynthia L Hampton permalink
    September 23, 2011 8:36 am

    following you now 🙂 ~Cynthia

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