Words. They surround me.
I read textbooks for hours in preperation for class. The drive to and from the college usually includes music from my ipod. *Note: Sarah Groves, Audry Assad, Jason Gray, and Downhere all have fantastic newly released albums out.* My professors lecture for 50-75 minutes per class, filling the air with knowledge. Meanwhile, I listen, hoping to at least retain the important points for that exam coming up. Scattered throughout the words flung in my direction, I am required to respond, adding my two cents - verbally or written.
Then, chances are if I am not buried in homework or sitting in the classroom I am working. There I am again engulfed in words - "How are you tonight?" "Would you like gravy on your mashed potatoes?" "What kind of dressing would you like for your salad?" "Would anyone care for dessert?" "More coffee, sir?" My official job title is "waitress", but it could be "host of twenty questions".
Words. I tire of them, wanting everything/everyone to be silent. I often think that silence is the only way I can stay sane and sort through all the info bombarding my brain. It is true, I need times of quiet reflection, or simply, silence with nothing specific on my mind. But, I am learning to know and experience the presence of Christ amidst all the wordiness. His words are the ones I always need to hear. They do not return void, rather they fill my emptiness and refresh my spirit as only living water could.
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."
Matthew 11:27-29
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