Words.
I lay on my bed, curled tight, trying to shield my tender places from their words.
Some like daggers, others well-meaning but still leave me bleeding.
Panic wells up inside, this is too much. Too much to bear, too great a loss, too overwhelming, too much to ask Lord, too much, too much, too much.
My body shifts slightly and then I feel it around my neck move with me. My tangible reminder of the Living Words I had inscribed on silver circle to keep with me always.
My fingers grasp, almost frantically that cool, smooth, circle. As I'm rocking back and forth I begin saying over and over the words all too precious to me. A flood of tears and comfort come as I say the Words of Life again and again. And I return. The Words of Life a bridge from sorrow back to Truth.
Other verses begin to read themselves in my mind and hope flickers. Strength takes hold.
He has overcome this world. We are more than conquerors. He will bottle my tears. He heals the broken-hearted. He binds-up their wounds. He sets the captives free. He has nailed my sins to the cross. He has me inscribed on His hand. He knows when I rise and when I lie down. He formed my inward parts. He is the Way, the Truth, the Life. I am His.
Peace comes with the knowledge I am not alone, not forgotten, not expendable. I am His, and He is always faithful, even when I am not. He will see me through this valley, and I will walk in the Light once again.
To have the Word written on your heart is to have the whispers of your Lord with you wherever you go.
They will be there when you need them.
"My soul wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him." - Psalm 62:5* the Living Words I keep with me always
