Words worth speaking??

I must confess, although I know it's best not to compare, I've done just that. I received an e mail this morning from a dearly beloved friend who I have the utmost respect for. She sent me a link to a blog. The blog entry was about encouraging your spouse. It was beautifully written. It touched me, it made me cry. I don't cry much, so that is my way of saying it moved me deeply. What moved me more was what I read this evening about the woman whose blog it is. I read some of her other entries, her views on life, on belief, on God..... In comparing, I'm not jealous. Although I could never capture with words what she is able to express so eloquently, no in comparing I'm challenged.

What have I said that has lifted up my fellow journeyer? What have I said that has brought glory to the One I say I believe in? What have I said that has changed the heart, or made lighter the load of any other person?

The past year has been full of questions. The answers have been slow to come, mostly because I've had my fingers in my ears and have been running in the opposite direction of what I've known deep down all along. I've slowed my retreat, I've taken my fingers out of my ears, I've turned my face toward the giver of all wisdom. The Father of second chances or 9 million..

My love asked me today, "what can I do to find my passion to fill my voids? What do I need to keep myself honest?" Perhaps I've found a bit of the answer to those questions today. Sweet words of acknowledgement and praise from a sincere heart, words that found a resounding chord in my heart. I think part of the answer for me, may be speaking words of love and encouragement to those along the path, that carry the same woes, or different woes than mine.

It feels right. It seems noble. I want to lift up rather than vent. I want to find solutions rather than rehearse my angst. I want, I want, I need, I need to share, to openly say that in my struggles if I can help someone else with theirs, my life will not have been for naught.