Words To Me

   So sometimes God talks to me.  I hear Him, but it's an inaudible voice, directed to an organ that doesn't have special sound vibration sensing abilities.  This happened for me yesterday.  At church.  Imagine that  : p.
   It wasn't something that seemed life changing.  But I did see life in it for me, and hopefully for you(the reader)/others.  It was something I already knew, I think.  But it was something I needed reminding of, for some reason.  Anyhow, here goes.
   I was reminded that words are powerful, especially to me.
   That's it.  That's what I was told.  Then I thought about how powerful they are.  I would rather take physical abuse than verbal abuse.  Probably sounds weirdly, but it's true.  Words have been such a big deal that I've decided to use physical feelings to alleviate their pains at times.
   Now not all mean words are that bad to me.  If someone says something mean to me, and I'm sure it's a lie, lacking truth, then I can most likely brush it off.  But if someone says something offensive to me, and I know for a fact that it's true, it greatly affects me.
   On the flip side though.  Words, being as powerful as they are, can have a positive affect on me.  I much, much rather positive words than positive touches.  The Bible states that the tongue (word-maker) has the ability to give life and to take it.  I fortunately agree.  I have an easier time believing The Bible when I agree with it, even though it's true regardless of my opinion.  I took a quiz a while back, and it pretty much said that the biggest way I feel love is through words, but I'm thinking that that's the biggest way I feel the opposite of love as well.
 
   I was involved in some learning about The Holy Spirit, and well, I'd like Its help.  My words are usually just words, spoken to peoples' ears, but His Spirit speaks inside of hearts, and I'd like for Him to do that, to mine and to others'.

   I've liked the songs I've listened to today.  Three of them used words that usually mean to open.
One said, "Spread wide, in the arms of Christ."  This one's a little different from the others, but spread does mean to open.
The next said, "Fling wide the door to my soul, open up the door to my heart,"
And the last said, "Open wide my door, my Lord, my Lord, open wide my door to whatever makes me love you more."
   I did choose to listen to each of them, but they all reminded me of another song : p
It's straight from the Bible and says, "Open to me."  To even have a desire to open to Him, I need His Spirit to call me, which it does, and does, and does.  Then even after hearing that call, I need His Spirit even again to actually open the door.

   More lyrics, they seem kind of irrelevant, but I'm sure there's a relation somewhere.  There usually is.
 
   From "The Dryness and the Rain"
   "And I'm going to take that grain, I'm going to crush it all together, into the flour of a bread, as small and simple and sincere, as when the dryness and the rain, finally drink from one another, the gentle cup of mutual surrendered tears, come on, a fish swims through the sea, while the sea is, in a certain sense, contained within the fish"
   I first liked the end, but then liked the parts before as well.

   Now the end, hahah.
   "My Lord, how long to sing this song?  And my Lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong?  When she stands before your throne, dressed in beauty not her own, all soft and small, you'll hear her call, 'You brought me here, now take me home.'"