Believing Better

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I try to journal a few words every day.

Some words are meaningful, some feel like meanderings that emulate prayers hitting the ceiling or the branches if I'm outside - they never quite get to God.

But I'm a believer in words, so even if they seem like fluff and not important to this day, they may just come in handy on another day, maybe as soon as tomorrow.

So (just in case) I try to journal a few words into my diary every day.

I write hoping that something in the words or the images they conjur will either connect, rattle, inspire, or move people to do good. 

I think that happens more often than not because we are alike, the writer, the reader, you, me, and the other people.

Words verify that we resemble at least some and mostly on the inside where we all have a heart and a brain and hopefully a soul.

These writings usually start in my heart, and ruminate in my brain, but are ultimately my soul.

It amazes me when I read words penned by strangers who know me.

I try not to compare my words with the words of others but I do anyway because I also like words that come from somewhere else - someone else's moment that isn't mine.

When I get jealous of other people's words, I remember that they likely noticed something in the world that I simply missed.

I hope that something from my pen or keys will do for others what others often do for me.