Meaning

For some reason lately, I have found a great need to look up the definitions of words. Not just random word-of-the-day-toilet-paper type words, but words I commonly use. It's as if suddenly I needed to take the word back to it's original self and start over. I had allowed words themselves to become common. I would say something, check myself by its definition, and realize I had done that backwards. I want words to have meaning again. When I tell someone they are amazing, beautiful, good, etc, I want them to be able to believe the words and hold the truth that resounds in them. I want the full magnitude of intentional words to ring truth that is not just stepped over as words often are. I want a flood of meaning and heart to sweep over someone when I tell them I love them and how much Papa loves them. I use words a lot. And often the same ones because no others seem to catch the depth of truth they can hold. Yet in that usage, they have become commonplace and lack the power they once had. It does not hold less meaning from my end, yet the power is gone. Downloading a Dictionary app and excessively utilizing it has not helped my plight any however. How do we restore power, meaning and truth to the words we have used for so long?
I'm guesssing it is as many things, not possible. However, Papa can fix it. If he can restore the people who have wasted words and time and meaning... which He does/has, then certainly he can do the same for our words. "Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be PLEASING in your sight..." Not just acceptable, but pleasing. By the restoration of the heart, the truth can not only flow out, but be received in. Everything changes. When we know and receive love, we can feel it hit us to the core when we walk into it. The magnitude of the gllimpse we get alone, leaves one breathless. Imagine if we truly got it in its fullness.
Words.
Learning to use them.

A friend recently told me that I didn't need to mourn lost love when I was so full of His love.
She was saying so much in these words. But they were hard to receive.
Not because they weren't true, or because they were cliche or overused.
Simply because I was holding onto something. Something that was tightly clenched in my hand, not in plain sight, but tucked away behind white knuckles.
Loss.
I had to let it sink in and figure out where it was.
I hadn't even realized.
Loss of love.
Not all love, not even much love. But a sliver of love just the same.
My heart was filled but I was still looking at it as if it had a hole in it.
All love is in addition to His because his fills it up, completely.
Family, friends, a partner, etc are simply the overflow from a heart already full and pouring out.
That's how we love well. From a heart filled by him. It's just overflow.
I have been asked several times in the las couple years what my love language is:
Words of affirmation
Physical touch
Gifting
Quality time
Acts of service
And frankly it's hard to tell.
How does one narrow down how they best give and receive love.
Why not all of the above.
Speak, hug, give, go, do... It's love in completion.
Do it.
MEAN IT!!!