I don't know why, but I freakishly enjoy grammar. I like analyzing sentences and figuring out where words come from.--oops, I ended a sentence with a preposition!---from whence these words must come. ? Anyway, I am constantly editing incorrect grammar (in my head and out loud, but only to my children) ...I know I'm annoying and you no longer want me around. That's okay. I can pick out spelling errors from miles away and they bug me. There must be a name for this disorder. I'll look up the word for it later. This year we are using a book called "English from the Roots Up" to study vocabulary starting with it's roots in Greek & Latin. I know I'm weird because I'm excited to start this. I could spend hours playing crosswords and word games of any kind. THIS is why I named my BLOG-- "Words Cafe", because I could sit with a cup of coffee and read all day or do crosswords alllll day. Yes, I love words. Words have power. Words can heal. Words can hurt. Words are the expressions of our hearts, letting out the secrets of our souls. I love words that are put together well and feed my deepest needs. My needs are great, so it's completely essential that I go to this well and drink. Coffee is necessary, too.
When your words came, I ate them;
they were my joy and my heart's delight,
for I bear your name,
O LORD God Almighty.
Jeremiah 15:16
My words, until Christ comes back, will always be flesh and spirit filled. I'm consistently random and lacking spiritual significance, but it's my blog and I'll ramble if I want to. Just kidding. Sorta. As I read back through this post, I realize it may come across to you as if I'm saying that my words are important. Nope. Just happen to be thinking about how much I love words and reading and writing. That's all. Once again, thanks for stopping by San Diego and may you always encourage others with your words, and be encouraged occasionally with mine.
