Ramblings of a Wordaholic.

Oh goodness, I am such a sucker for these Christian buzzwords. Perspective, surrender, Kingdom-minded – you name it! As an avid lover of language and linguistics, I absolutely love these catchy phrases that we use in our sermons and Bible studies. But, what if I became as concerned with the application of these words as I am with the way that these words sound as they roll off my tongue?

So often, I feel like I’m back in third grade during a vocabulary lesson. I can pronounce the words, spell them with ease, and recite their definitions on command. However, I struggle to create my own sentence; I know how to do everything with these words except apply them. I have all the head knowledge, but I lack the ability to make these words my own. This raises the question, “Do I truly understand the word?”

In this season of my life, I find myself continually asking, “Do I truly understand the Word?” I can tell you all about God’s love, salvation, discipleship, and mercy; but does that even matter if they are not on display in my life? Have I become like the Pharisees: on paper, I have the knowledge necessary to guide and lead others in this Christian life, but what about my day-to-day life? Do I know how to apply God’s mercy to others, or do I simply know how to explain this concept?

Do I truly understand the Word?

Do you?


Stumbling in the woods, I clamored about – seeking that which I had misplaced. The light was burning dim as the shadows danced menacingly, taunting me in my drunken state. Silence enveloped my ears; my screams were unheard.

I was lost.

I tried to turn around, but the roots of the devilish trees caused me to stumble; the forces of darkness had overcome my flesh, and I was being drawn deeper and deeper into the forest.

That’s when I saw Him.

His golden form was in sharp contrast to the ugly fog surrounding us, and I was petrified. What was this magnificent being among me? He did not belong there; that place of despair could not have been His dwelling. He stepped towards me and lowered His head. I thought He was preparing to claim me as His prey, but He was merely reaching down to touch my hand; He was so gentle, yet incredibly strong.

He raised Himself up and began to pave a new path out of the woods. He looked back at me…

I was given a choice.

So, I took a step.

Published by Samantha

"And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord's glory, are being transformed into His image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit." (2 Cor. 3:18)

2 thoughts on “Ramblings of a Wordaholic.

  1. How inspiring. So glad you’re making a public domain to share such private yet commons experiences! It’s interesting to me how we think how certain actions only happen to us, yet they really are more common than we think!

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