While out for a walk on Saturday, thinking about the current pandemic and all the media and discussion surrounding it, I passed a small pile of 5 tiles that had been discarded on the nature strip. I saw them and kept walking. But then came a thought, and so I had to turn back and return to them.
What are you writing, on the tile that is your heart?
and then later . . .
What are you writing with, on the tile that is your heart?
Whether it’s your own words or the words of others, let all that is for one’s benefit be written in that of a permanent marker. Anything else, may those words be like that of a whiteboard marker, completely wiped away with a damp cloth.
From Psalm 45:1 “My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.”
What words is your tongue ready with?