Words: there are too many and too few.
These days I write letters of explanation for the loan officer, thank you notes to my friends, emails about software, lists of items to pack. I journal numbers: home repair costs, monthly budget estimates, closing fees. I print and sign and scan endless papers.
Is it that there are no words for me, or too many?
If I had the time and energy I would write about honoring martyrs, embodied worship, gardens, shame, scarcity and abundance, and a dozen other subjects.
Instead I pack suitcases, scrub walls, and sign papers. And, at the end of the day, I hold the prayer beads, touch the cross, and fall asleep too tired for a prayer of words.