Language

God has given me a linguistic mind.  I understand the workings of words and spoken language, and how they are structured, and I love to learn and speak them.  I even usually understand concepts better if they are compared to language or linguistics.

But it never ceases to amaze me that words fail to describe His holiness and His relationship with me, with us.

He speaks to our hearts because words fail.  His sight, His words, His thoughts, His commands, His images are from His heart, and it is a blessing that He chooses to relate these things to our hearts.  Our hearts that remain in Him and that are constantly being filled, replenished, and outpoured by and for Him.

Recently God has given me the most beautiful beautiful image, and He showed it to me through my heart.  I try and explain it to people, but the sheer joy and comfort that comes from that image, and the perfection of what that image means to me, is impossible to relay in words.