Don’t be sad, or tired, or lonely.
Be you.
For that is enough.
I awoke this morning and the above words dropped into my head. Dropped with such a resounding clunk, that I had go write them down immediately. These words were not of me, I’m convinced of that. I don’t know where they emanated from, but this happens me from time to time. Words arrive, from a great height, like a stork delivering a new born child to an expectant home. I’ll never turn such words away from my door.
These words might mean something to you, or they might not. You may cling to them, like a shipwrecked sailor clings to a piece of his former vessel. Or they might pass you by, as you yawn and scroll lazily through your timeline, your fickle attention drawn elsewhere by other seductive words and messages. I am but one of many, I understand that, yet still these words come. And when they come, I must write them down.
Words lead me, they form me, they fill me, an empty, dusty, cracked vessel of little consequence. I am a sponge soaking them up, a crazed arcade character gobbling them down as life happens and I struggle to stay upright amidst the never ending change, challenge and consequence. Without words I am bereft, I need them like an addict needs that next drink, that next fix, that next reason to exist, to persist.
Where are your words? Are they out there, flowing freely across the crisp, white, virginal expanse of paper or computer screen. Are they breaking barriers and leaping continents with the squeeze of a nib or tap of a keyboard? Or are they rotting in the recesses of your dormant soul, never to see the light of day, never to be the light of someone’s day? To have such a talent is to be blessed, to ignore it a grievous error. The choice is yours, freewill such a double edged sword.
Words are my anchor. They found me, ground me, astound me when they drift across my mental landscape, dandelion seeds caught in a light, summer breeze. To let them pass by is unthinkable; so I cast my net and commit them to record. I bare them, share them, before they disappear into the ether from whence they came. They are precious, special, diamonds forged from deep, dark, unimaginable places, squirming to the surface.
These words are not mine. I am merely a curator, caretaker, shepherding them towards those who need them more than I do. These words may change minds, break hearts or build dreams, they are free to roam and flourish now, I have released them into this wonderful wilderness we call life. I turn away, for I know my work is done. Until the next time I am required to answer the calling.
I’ve been lonely, I’ve felt sadness, I am tired. These emotions have scarred and singed, the cruellest of caresses, the most unwelcome of bedfellows. I see them, sense them all around me as I write. They were written for you, yes you, for I know we have walked the same road. My best friend, or the stranger I pass on a busy city street without a second glance. These words are for you.
Do you accept them? Do you gratefully cup your hands and gulp them down, this oratory oasis of mine? Or do you stagger by, too proud to accept what stares you in the face? These words are yours to do with as you wish. My offering to you, this day. I move on now, to the next wisp of an idea, the next flutter of creativity. I leave this ground behind, my mark made. Do you see them? Where are your words?
Black Thoughts 
Thank you. That was beautiful and inspiring. God bless ✨
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You’re welcome Jenny. Thank you for reading 🙂
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Powerful words! Thanks for sharing them!
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Love it! I’ve always thought my words (not all of them, a great deal of them) are dropped in from somewhere to be fed into the world, through me. Hey! Whose going to turn down advice as awesome as that? Not this girl, that’s for shiz. Thanks for the great words of wisdom. We need all the words of wisdom we can get on this big old messy world of ours. 🙂
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Thank you Brooke. Glad you feel the same. Keep being you and keep sharing your words 😊
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Really like this idea. Never thought about it this way.
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Thank you 😊
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amazing! Love this! Thanks for the sentiment!
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You’re welcome. Thank you 😊
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Powerful words! Thanks for sharing them!
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You’re welcome. Thank you 😊
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I’ve been making pictures. These words are perfect
https://fatdormouse.wordpress.com/2019/07/17/be-you/
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Thank you. They match so well 😊
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Thank you for the encouragement and the dose of responsibility. Too often the words, the thoughts, the mental pictures come in, take shape and then are gone. Your imagery and call to action are equally powerful.
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Thank you. Yes, it’s wise to jot them down when they are fresh in your mind 🙂
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Thank you for the post, I felt very related. Words are my therapy. I had do many fights in my life, shot at, stabbed, you name it. But as you said, I wake up and suddenly this word or that one or a phrase comes to my mind, I have to write it. Not in the blog always since it is called Crazy Life the blog, so I got to keep up with the theme, sometimes.
Great post.
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Thank you. Keep writing those words down and inspiring others 🙂
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I can relate! I keep pad and pen close by, for night time words… Several books are the result of some of them…
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That’s a great tip. Thank you 😊
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Encouraging words. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. 😊
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You’re very welcome. Thank you for reading 🙂
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It makes me think of “In the beginning was the word.” Words matter. Thanks for this reflection on them!
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Very true. Thank you. Jesus was the Word.
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I feel the same, that at times the Holy Spirit gives me words because I know they are too good to have come from my own brain. But sometimes I get so many thoughts and words and I just can’t focus them into something that others will benefit from . Other times it’s like the valve has been turned off and there are no words. I’ve been struggling but I feel like I’ve turned a corner, maybe.
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I hope you have as well. Hang in there. God is with you .
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I am grateful to be able to use typed or written words to more accurately express how I feel in a more profoundly eloquent way. What comes out of my mouth is about as disappointing as I feel most days. Thank you for sharing!
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I’m much the same. Thank you for reading 😊
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My words are at the end of my 2nd cup of coffee. I wake up in such a fog of unreality and try to converse. Instead I read and sometimes answer like I am now without being fully awake. Creativity.. I have a little. I like to play with words. But… my middle name is usually tired. 😜
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You can’t afford to be tired. You’re only at Chapter 12 😂
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I told you before about reading and falling asleep. I need to sit upright. Lol
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*sees this post on his feed*
*looks at his blogs, which he hasn’t written in since late May/early June*
Well that’s…good timing.
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Yes. Get writing! You can do it 😊
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I love those words that are simply hanging out in my stratosphere. They come from that mysterious space which I can’t comprehend.
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I know, Larry. What a mysterious world we live in 😊
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Lovely words. Thanks for sharing. Haven’t quite figured out who I am yet. My journey reminds me of the lyrics from Supertramp’s The Logical Song: “There are times when all the world’s asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am.”
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You’re welcome. Thank you very much. I guess we’re all searching.
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What a wonderful take on “words”: I’ve always valued them because I love writing, but your viewpoint opened a new room of words for me and how I see/hear them. One BIG problem as we age, the words do not suddenly appear out of the darkness like they did yesteryear! Grrrrrr!
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Thank you Janet. I’ve discovered writing later in life so never say never 🙂
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Good post. I imagine that you have written about this more in previous posts, but I’m really curious about the title of this blog. What’s your faith in? In what way is it fractured? I work in these spaces a lot and am really curious about it.
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Oh, there’s about 2 years of posts covering those questions lol. I’m a believer in Jesus but not a fan of the church environment. I have a lot of issues with Christians and their lifestyles.
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I hear you. For whatever reason (love, I guess, but His love is completely illogical), I think Jesus is pretty obsessed with the Church, but we sure don’t make Him look very good a whole lot of the time.
It’s definitely a lot of work to try to stay connected…I think an awareness of how much *I* need grace myself is what helps me hang in, although sometimes it’s pretty easy to blow past that, too…
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What a lovely sentiment 🙂 I’ve found myself carrying a notebook with me a lot more recently- it helps me make sure they don’t slip away so quickly into the ether!
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That’s a great idea. I do that sometimes as well 🙂
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