I sit in my corner. Sigh-filled and thankful. Yet weary and a little weaker for the wear this morning.
      I know my weakness opens the door for two frequent visitors. It’s up to me to choose who is welcome.

I have this reading list of blogs on my home page (sound familiar fellow blogger.com users?). If you’re anything like me, my eyes can be bigger than my head. I want to add many in their lovely ways of expressing themselves and the truth that continually surrounds them through their daily seek of Him.
     I don’t have an enormous amount really, but even the gifted I do have, collaboratively write more than I can possibly read in a day or a week. So sadly, much goes unseen by me and my heart actually breaks a little at that. For I know what medicine it is — the words of another as they sojourn paths such as I. They have wisdom I don’t, through a perspective only they carry. So I gasp thankful when I encounter such realness; a tale of living and learning.

This morning I came across my reading list determined to visit and read what another woman is feeling today. Perhaps it would speak into my own cloudy-tired this morning.

Enter Andrea. She is the author of life at Under Grace and Over Coffee. (Love the title too!)
     I opened a new tab to her words of everyday-lovely. A peek into just-another-morning, and what I found was a sigh of comfort – of a place of realness, quiet thankfulness, open welcome. Soothing is a word that comes to mind. I felt a little lighter after a left. There was no swelling song of revelation in her words. No giant questioning of humanity. Just a woman – seeing Her Creator – mouthing a thank you during smiles and mop buckets. It was perfect. It warmed me and I am better.

That is the power words bring. To either better or worsen a place and the citizens of that world.

I’ve been on the receiving end of becoming much worse for the wear after specifically placed words bore into already-cracked spaces. I can easily guess that we all have those memories. Hopefully you don’t latch onto such times and try to wear them like skin, thinking they must have merit if spoken. Oh how I hope you don’t do that…

What is truly worth wearing – worth owning and seeing in fullness – are the words of redemptive beauty. The ones that speak to who you truly are. Who we all are.