Sometimes words simple fail …
fail to speak,
fail to have purpose,
fail to be uttered,
fail to have influence,
fail to even form.
The silence that is external is drowned out by the noise, the messages, the words that are interior, unspoken, hushed.
The fear of misspeaking, of being misinterpreted can silence the words that bubble up in want to … communicate, be heard, understood.
If only someone could read out minds, our hearts, souls. If only there was one who understood our pondering without our lips being parted.
We long for our words to be known, for they represent the thoughts our minds contain. That twist and turn and swirl inwardly, like clashing cymbals and clanging drums. Noise. Noise. Noise.
It is only in the presence of one who can read our thoughts, know our hearts and minds, that the stillness of peace takes over, contentment saturating our innermost core.
For we are known … and to be known is what we all desire even more than words. What we as humans desire most is to know we are known intimately by our Creator.
” God already knows our deepest thoughts.”
Romans 8:27
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