meandering musings or random ruminations

I realize how much I love words. They are the things that formulate thoughts and ideas. I love learning new ones. Not so I can show off (although some may beg to differ) but to express more clearly what I want to say...I love aliteration because it's fun and it challenges my brain to come up with logical streams of thought or titles to poems or essays with words that have the same vowel or consonant sounds. I love poetry because it causes me to dig deeper into the meaning the poet endeavours to convey. My daughter says I'm a geek...that's fine with me if being a geek is reading the dictionary or getting lost in my Synonym Finder. Words. They can build up or tear down. They can bring life or death to the listener. They can encourage or exhort. A careless one can destroy a friendship. A soft one can turn away wrath. They can inspire and envision people to pursue purpose. Words can stop us in our tracks and cause us to turn the other way; take another route. Jesus said He is the Word made flesh. The creative Word of God. That part of the Godhead that spoke the world into existence. He calls us to be living words in this world. To be His word or message now to the world. I want to become excellent in the use of words. I think that's a noble pursuit. Especially if it reveals the way of salvation or takes someone into a deeper experience with the Lord. I want to articulate supernaturally, to speak things into being that are not. I want to be a true wordsmith, crafting life and hope and healing and salvation...you get the picture. Enough said.