Dancing all over the place.
Wild and crazy and bold, and it’s allowed to be that way, because guess what?
So it can be all sprightly and free and tromp right on top of everything else.
Soft and cold and slow and hard and growing and shocking and healing and killing and freeing and binding and toughening and weakening and protecting and comforting and frightening and exposing and covering and simplifying and complicating and empowering.
Whispering and shouting and singing and chanting and quiet and loud and fast and slow and grating and soothing and challenging and pushing and urging and restraining and tearful and pleading and calm and still.
Dancing and stomping and tiptoeing and destroying and forming and covering and sliding and seeping and knocking and tugging and swirling and burning and refreshing and shivering and bracing and dripping and pressing and tickling and wrapping
Lead me in your truth and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation; for you I wait all the day long. (Psalm 25:5)
Send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling! (Psalm 43:3)
I am the way, and the truth, and the life. (Jesus)
Does truth ever plead? Does truth beg? Does truth put itself in such a lowly position? Or does truth merely exist and it’s always there for us and we decide whether or not to acknowledge it? I don’t know. Perhaps all of my word choices were not entirely accurate. But I could think of ways that each of these words applies to truth. So many words for truth. Such a very big thing.