Photo by Nick Morrison on Unsplash Some days I can feel the words in me swirling like a small tornado. Other days words are hard to find. But. Today. There is no rhythm or reason to the words in my spirit. They swirl with a life of their own, waiting to be introduced to the world. There is no one story in particular only words that are bursting to be written. Today I will just write. From a place that has stained my heart with tears... From a place that has brought unexplained joy to my soul.... From all that has moved me into a grace that can only be from Jesus himself. Never mind if the tale of my words jump from one universe to another; if they intertwine as unmatched threads having no connection whatsoever. Just write. Write those things which others can bury within and have them for a rainy day. Write those things which others can glean nuggets of wisdom on days when wisdom seems to be hidden. Writ