2. words.

i like words. i like using big words and i like it when people pick ridiculously long adjectives to describe simple things to me during conversation.

i like thoughtful words, filled with good intention. i like letters written to me. i like tweets. words must be chosen more intricately and precisely because you only have a 140 character limit to communicate within.

i like words with friends.

words encourage and words destroy.

when i was young and very distant from my desire to eat a vegetarian diet, i lived for steak 'n shake. not only did i love their grease indulged steakburgers, i also loved their place mats. on each place mat there would be a game of mad libs. i was able to manipulate stories by putting my own words into pre-arranged story structures. i loved having that control. i could create a story of triumph and happiness, or i could design a tale with a plot of malice and hatred.

actually, i have that ability every day. every word i select to release into the world to be heard or read is capable of producing a smile or a death threat.

i cannot choose the reception, but i am in complete control of the execution.

an attempt to be encouraged should not be rejected. don't miss an opportunity to be blessed.

in the same way, love through your witty thoughts and random blurbs. don't miss an opportunity to bless.

assume the best intentions from people, especially if their words are fruitful and kind.

words will forever be powerful.

love mercy, live justly, walk humbly...teach me how to speak, God.

1. heard.

do you ever wonder if you take in more decibels of sound than you create? in other words, do you ever think about how loud your voice is in contrast with the sounds you receive? what is the definition of "loud" anyway? my first word association when i hear (ha) the word "loud" is the fellow adjective "obnoxious." i want to be noticed; i want to be heard. however, i don't think i really want to be loud. i don't think it's right to be loud. when i listen to music, i like to hear it loud, blaring from my stereo speakers to the point that i am convinced that i see the sound bumping from them. my intention is to drown out all other things; all other thoughts, sounds, and silence.

are you familiar with that specific sensation that you get only when you leave a concert venue after standing in a merciless sound blasted room for 3 hours? it's exhausting.

okay. sorry. you probably are praying for an end to my circling thoughts if you have even read this far.

i just am not convinced that it's my responsibility or purpose to be loud about anything i am.
my purpose is to be heard, delicately and carefully.
because i'm a part of something so much greater, stronger, and bigger than any noise i could produce.
i refuse to let my obnoxious noise distract anyone else from hearing.

i want to listen more than speak. i want to hear more than sing.

strip down pride...try using your inside voice. i've never met a person who likes being yelled at.

love mercy, live justly, walk humbly...speak to me, God.