Where Are Your Words?

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?

Published by Fractured Faith Blog

We are Stephen and Fionnuala and this is our story. We live in Northern Ireland, have been married for 15 years and have three kids - Adam, Hannah and Rebecca. We hope that our story will inspire and encourage others. We have walked a rocky road yet here we are today, together and stronger than ever. We are far from perfect and our faith has been battered and bruised. But an untested faith is a pointless faith. Just as a fractured faith is better than none at all. We hope you enjoy the blog.

44 thoughts on “Where Are Your Words?

  1. 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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  2. 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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  3. 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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  4. 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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  5. 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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  6. 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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  7. 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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  8. 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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  9. 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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      1. 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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  10. 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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