Sunday Psalms;

When I kept silent, 

my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.

Psalms 32:3 CSB

Quite a picture...I can't imagine he's actually groaning all day long, but it can feel like it. 

And our thoughts, where our heart is at, can and does affect our body, but "my bones became brittle" speaks to a feeling of fragility, of being easily broken, that one more knock will be enough and he would crumple, crumble. 

And why?

Because he's kept it all in, kept it all locked in, not allowed any expression of what's going on. His groaning must've been all in his head, things going round and round and round. 

Because he didn't speak.

When we speak, we're no longer alone.

When we speak, things can be named and contained.

When we speak we can start to find the next step.

When we speak, what may have felt unspeakable starts to lose its power.

When we speak we may be able to see a way forward, to take the next step. 

When we speak, give voice to the groaning, we are being like God, who spoke, who gave voice and things happened. Things became. 

When we speak, new things can open up, become. 

When we speak, brittle bones become supple, resilient, and full of life.

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