I’m fighting a lack of words just now.
Yesterday, I said sometimes, when I wrestle with words, the words win.
But other times, what I’m wrestling is their absence.
You won’t always find the right words to say. You may not even find any. But in these moments I rest assured the Holy Spirit groans on our behalf, and God still knows my heart even when I can’t extract language from it.
Happy weekend, y’all. May the words come well when needed and rest when not.