Words Like Puddles
I am thankful for the gift of words and the art of writing
Lord, thank you for the gift of words — beautiful, descriptive, malleable, playful, powerful words. Thank you for giving me a creative mind — a mind that enjoys playing with text like Legos — stacking and pressing them together until things click, seeing how they assemble in new ways, building with blocks of language.
Let my voice — a gift in itself — be the gift that I give back to you and keep on giving. Help me to protect it from all that would see it hushed — both external and internal agents of doubt, fear, and criticism.
Help me to use my words. Let me paint pictures and sing songs with them. Let me make the letters dance together — duets and great ensembles of characters.
I want to do your world’s beauty justice. I want to be able to write of your love and generosity. May your gift to me be a gift that I give back to you by using it — the superior side of re-gifting.
I thank you for the gift of words. They are fun playthings. I splash in words like puddles. I catch them on my tongue like snowflakes. They keep me company like such good pets — pets that I tickle under the chin with each stroke of my pen or with each press of my keyboard.
