Each Tuesday, my dear friend, Holley Gerth, and I are writing a series of letters about loving Jesus and others with our words every Tuesday. We’d love to hear your heart too. Will you join us?
I had to drive through a snowstorm to get this letter to you. It’s coming down heavy, snow hushing our internet connection back on the farm.
It’s hard to know where the road is.
January wraps like a shroud and I hardly know where the road falls way to the ditch and where the sky begins, heaven coming down.
You can see them up every country lane here in winter, Holley — markers.
These steel stakes marking where the road is.
Marking the way through. Marking how to get from here to there.
They’re dark lines on white snow —- like lines on a page.
Letters on paper.
Is that what all words are, Holley — markers? Markers determining the directions of our lives.
The curve of letters winding the way we take.
Coming through this blizzard, Holley, glancing up at the hydro poles now and then, using them as markers for the road, that’s what I’m thinking, Holley. This is it — why words matter. Because the words we listen to, the words we read — they’re marking out our very lives.
Every word we pick up, scan through, skim over, listen to —- the words are sending us somewhere.
The words of our life determine the destination of our life.
I had slowed right there on the road, Holley.
Is there anything I need to be wiser about in my life than words?
(Read the rest over at Holley’s — Please come — there’s a whole community of us linking and sharing about words over there today… we’d love to have you!)