My mouth shall speak wisdom; the meditation of my heart shall be understanding. I will incline my ear to a proverb; I will solve my riddle to the music of the harp.
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Do you ever get tired of your own thoughts? The static of words inside our heads is endless. I imagine the inside of my skull like an old building that has been splattered with graffiti over and over again to the point of barely making out any one clear picture or complete thought. Whether we are in the whirlwind of our own making or caught up in a war of words, we need to quiet the noise somehow. The last thing we need are more words. That is the moment that Jesus sits very close, very still and silently until we can learn to listen.
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Surround me, Lord, with the sound of your Son. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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