Let my words be few
Sometimes words escape me. Actually, if I'm being honest with myself it happens more often than not. Oddly enough, in both manners of speaking. There are times when I don't think and words just come out, and there are times that no matter how much I want to say something I just can't get it out. When there are no words to adequately describe my emotions, when I'm left speechless by something good or bad. When I see the devastating results that sin can have on our world I often want so badly to impart some great words of wisdom or comfort but there simply aren't any words coming to mind. My heart at times weighs heavy in my chest and it's in those moments I have but one choice. Only one thing makes sense at a time where grief has taken over: prayer. "Let Thy Will be done, dear Father, and give me strength and a willing heart to accept it". God knows better than I ever can, and though I may not understand He will turn all things to the good of those who