Words of Wisdom: Reflections on the Power of Language and Thought Pt. 1

A word is a unit of language that carries meaning and can be spoken or written. It is typically made up of one or more letters and is used to communicate ideas, thoughts, and information.

I have said it before, I love looking up the definition of words. Sometimes, a commonly used word--something like "word", ha, can become so much more meaningful with a refreshed recognition of the depth of the word.

When I read the definition to word, what stuck out to me was "carries meaning". Talking about carrying, reminded me of my last blog, in which I wrote about the wind both carrying and being carried. The "carries meaning" brought deeper depth as I thought of that statement from the previous blog. Which also made me think of the verse talking about "do not be carried away by every wind of teaching".

Words come from somewhere, don't they? I mean, they are constantly in my mind,

be it my own voice or someone else's--like a voice from the past. Thoughts just flowing like wind through my mind. I have to decide what to take in and what to leave-- a bit like a tree planted by waters might. There is always a flow, so the tree decides when and what to take in and what to leave--preventing oversaturation. So, what if we decided when to take in the thought and let it become a part of us, and when to let it keep flowing out and away. Not allowing some thoughts to come to fruition. If we are like trees, it would only stand to reason that wind would also, much like the water, carry itself through our branches, rustling our leaves. So, will we be firmly planted into the ground beneath us to be able to hold ourselves up against those things that don't serve the life that is in us--through the purpose God speaks to us--or will the wind of teaching. not authored by God, bow, break or uproot us?

It's just interesting how words can carry so much meaning and how we choose to interpret and internalize them, sometimes even to our demise.

I like to just ponder these kinds of things sometimes. Sometimes answers come. Sometimes the question just hangs there like an old family photo on a wall. Either way, I like to ask. In the meantime, I will wait patiently, like a tree planted by streams of water, producing fruit in due season, whose leaf does not wither. Faithfully waiting for what the God, who loves and sends His mercifully abundant streams sends my way, hopefully able to leave everything to the stream that wasn't meant for me.