Poring over words and letters and bits of punctuation scattered through the text at hand, I find myself brought to tears again. The underlying intention of the writer has more weight with me than the bytes of language used to express the intent. Heart has more meaning that words. In this, I identify with the writer through their chosen medium of expression. I can attempt to tell my story, to express my feeling, to admonish, to teach, to encourage, or to correct… and find myself completely barricaded in behind the words I try to use.
So often, it is not what I write that matters. It is more truly the things that remain unsaid or unwritten. I feel compassion; I write pity. I feel grief; I write of tears—a bare scratching of the surface. I feel enraged and wounded; I write angry epithets. I feel overwhelming joy; I write happy exclamations. All of the lines and curves and scratches are paltry representations of a spoken language that cannot tell the heart’s truest emotions, except as mere shadows of expression.
But occasionally I am honored with insight and understanding of another’s heart feebly put down on paper… and I am moved. Once in a while I find that someone has been graced to hear my heart in print… and I am grateful. Please, Lord, let your Spirit move through the barrier of language so that heart can communicate with heart for your divine purposes and for your glory.