When my children all talk to me at once it can seem quite overwhelming. Voices darting and fighting over one another. Different accents, different pitches, different noises crescendoing with me calling out for each to speak one at a time.
It’s times like those where words do not seem useful or helpful. It is just a scrum of sound. The amount of information we are receiving at the moment from different sources about the current situation feels a bit like this.
A pile on of words, noises, opinions, facts, and in there somewhere are the words that give us life.
In all this self isolation it is important for us to cling onto words that help us to flourish . These could be the words from our loved ones. A phone call from a friend. A text message, WhatsApp, email etc but even then it can all become overwhelming, an alphabet jumble.
I love this phrase from Jeremiah “your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart” the key word here is “became.”
It is all too easy for us to brush off communication as another thing to do.
Do I really want to read another text from my Mum (sorry Mum).
Do I need to watch the umpteenth TickTok video from my teens (I like them really).
It’s also really easy to brush off reading scripture because we’ve heard the stories before.
Time is becoming a thing that suddenly we all might have a lot more of and it is time for us to start to cherish the words we hear.
“your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart”
– who’s words bring you joy and delight?
– who can your words bring joy and delight to today?
Amen.
Sitting at the well 