There aren't always words- or the right words anyway. The words that really tell it like it is. But, that doesn't mean you can't try.
Presently, I am in a stage, in a season where its difficult to describe. It is simply in the living. But, as much as I am able, I will try anyway.
I awake each day to the same place and a new place. Same house, new day. Same God, new gift. At times I can hardly contain myself. The one who goes before me reveals himself in the beauty of each moment, in the scent of a rose, the sway of the trees, conversations with a new found friend. How great is this love that not I possess, no, that possesses me? How much joy can a heart hold? How much grace can one soul even take? It takes me. In breathing, I find a song and in smiling I find joy. Every moment, basking in His love. The Love that consumes me. The Love that renews me. Love that completes me. I am overwhelmed. What is this Beauty I walk in but Beauty itself- or Himself. And my heart is so full my mind cannot contain it. I simply...let it. Let it come. Let it flow over me. There are no words. Or very few anyway. This Beauty is invisible, yet I see it all around me.
Though, to another, this may not make much since well, I did the best I could. But as I said, there are no words- or very few anyway.