I have no words…almost literally. I can’t be heard in a noisy room. I can’t teach a whole lesson to my daughter. I can’t order at a drive through. I can’t make appointments on the phone. I can’t talk to my grandma. I can’t read the Bible to the girls most nights. I can’t sing.
But I also have no words, none adequate enough, to describe my Jesus and His love. No words grand enough to describe how much I love Him. No words for how thankful I am for His plan, His rescue, and His provision. There are no words to explain this peace I have or how much I trust Him. No words to express how grateful I am that I can hug my children; that I can pick them up from school and kiss them good night. No words for how grateful I am for breath.
I have no words to add to my favorite songs of praise, but there are no words for what sings in my heart. I love my Jesus beyond words. Always have and always will.