Words...

I often don't know what to say, or why to speak, or how to say what's been pressed upon me. Why do my words mean anything? How can they relate to anyone? They're just a piece of me, why would anyone need to hear them? I remember days when I needed to hear simple words from a friendly heart, but I don't always see myself as someone to come to for words of wisdom. And then I remember that the wisdom is not mine, even what little counsel I can give is from my Father. He is the one writing the words; He's the one that changed my heart and made it simple, ready, willing and able to encourage. He is the one my heart knows and learns from; it yearns to be more like Him and, therefore, does it's best to imitate His love...