All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.
~ Ernest Hemingway
Words: the first thing that come to my conscious mind when I wake for the second time this morning. Words, and the truth that they nourish and sustain me.
I wake, first, too early even for me and ruminate on memorized scripture as I try to fall back asleep. Unable to drift off, I reach for my Kindle and spend some time with Madeline L’Engle’s words in her delicious book, Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art.
Now, late enough to stay awake for the day, I turn to words again and write a few simple musings as I sip coffee delivered with love by Gerry. In a few minutes, I’ll reach for the Bible that waits on my bedside table and dig in to my morning breakfast of God’s word.
Today, a day in which I have no commitments away from home and I resolve, the moment I wake with the thought of words on my mind, to spend the day with them.
# # #
The written word.
God’s gift of creativity and wisdom to those who choose to share what they’ve been blessed with by writing books.
A granddaughter who sometimes stays awake too late reading, and a daughter who understands because she did the same thing as a child.
Pens and highlighters and sticky notes, perfect companions for certain books.