Souls have different languages. Some speak written music, others sing, while still others speak verbally with eloquence. My soul speaks words - on paper, or even before that, stringing together in my mind like long daisy chains. But often when I open my mouth to let them out, the chains are broken; the flowers are blown away.
At times I am frustrated, as it's hard for me to express what my soul knows. Sometimes I feel like my soul speaks a different language than my mind, so when I talk, my heart is lost in translation. But it is my soul that hears from the Lord, as it is His lovely dwelling place. Because He dwells there, anywhere that I might wander has little significance; it is He who guides, He who directs, He who is always constant. He is sovereign in this journey.
In the past, I have been hesitant to share the poetry, analogies, memoir papers, etc. After all, I am the only one who can truly see that my wandering has purpose. But it's time for me to share my wanderings. J.R.R. Tolkien said, "Not all who wander are lost." My wandering soul is steady because of it's Maker, because it is the dwelling place for the most High God.
So now, my soul speaks.