They’ve always been a big deal to me. It probably stems from a piece of my mom’s advice when I was young; “Emily, words can help or they can hurt. You have to think before you speak.” I doubt she knew at the time that she was molding my little heart into a hyper-sensitivity to words.

After I met Jesus, words took on a whole new power in my heart. Every word I read in the Word felt alive and personal and warm to me. I’ve always journaled, but now journaling became an outlet, my own personal correspondence with the Holy of all Holies. And now for me, I feel like I can’t fully comprehend what I’m walking through unless I write it. Whether it be scribbling down quick words on a scrap piece of paper, tedious and [attempted] creative lettering, or sitting down to spill my heart in my journal, words are a gift that allow me to correspond with my Savior King.

Words have power. Words written, words spoken, words sung. They can help, or they can hurt. They can kill or give life. They can heal and they can poison, build up or tear down. And now more than ever, with social media literally at our fingertips, we are given the opportunity to heal, hurt, build up, or tear down, with every swipe of the finger.

I don’t take this all lightly. My prayer is for this to be a place where I can be real, bare, authentic, transparent. But I also want to shine light through my weaknesses. I want to write life-breathing words that lift high our Father’s Name and Kingdom. I don’t have all the answers, and I’ll never claim to. I’m trying to figure it all out, too. Life is hard and life gets messy, but I’m hunting for the good, for the grace, the joy.

“If clinging to His goodness is the highest form of payer, then this seeing His goodness with a pen, with a shutter, with a word of thanks, these really are the most sacred acts conceivable.”

-Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts