These days have been filled. My home has been filled with visitors. Chairs filled with faces. The air filled with words. I listen to the words that come from the faces in the chairs, and what I hear is hearts. I think we suppose that words come only from the mouth, but they really come from the heart. Each face is a heart, and each word is entry into it. Heart faces speak words.
Seeking. Hopeful. Impoverished. Broken.
They don’t say these words, but it’s what their words are speaking. I don’t know what to say to such big words, but I know all words must become subject to one Word. So I find myself searching this Word.
What I find is my own seeking. My own hopefulness. My own poverty and brokenness.
I find myself in Jeremiah 18:4 at the potter’s house, and the vessel that he was making from clay was spoiled in the hand of the potter; so he made it over, reworking it into another vessel as it seemed good to the potter to make it.
And I hear the one Word speak, can I not do with you as this potter does? … I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore with loving-kindness have I drawn you and continued My faithfulness to you. Again I will build you and you will be built (Jer. 18:6, 31:3-4).
I find my own need of rebuilding and reworking, but I also hear one Word to govern my needy words.
So, I pray.
I pray for Seeking One. Hopeful One. Impoverished One. Broken One. I pray for words.
Hearts filled with blood give life to bodies. Hearts filled with this one Word give life to souls. But, hearts filled with fat sentence death to bodies. How many people have their hearts filled with words that are silently constricting the blood flow so that their soul will perish?
Only God knows.
But, I play nurse and seek to hear symptoms so that clarity might be given to the essence of their disease. The disease of humanity apart from this one Word. In this nursing, I find that souls are simpler than bodies. Bodies need many different treatments, from many different doctors like a heart doctor, bone doctor, and what not, but the life of a soul is found in One. One Person. One Word. I pray that One Word would govern their words. I pray that One Word would fill my words. I pray that One Word would fill their hearts.
So, I fill my days. I fill my house with visitors. My chairs with faces. Seek to fill the air with One.
In the beginning [before all time] was the Word (Christ), and the Word was with God, and the Word was God Himself. (John 1:1)
Hi Lisa, I love the words in this post. Thank you for the reminder to fill our hearts with the Word.
Thank you, Adelyn! I often find myself desperate for meaning in such a strange place, and I find that the only place I find it is in the Word. Thank you for the encouragement and may God richly bless your times in His Word! 🙂