This is one of the perils of being a writer. I know what I want to say, but seldom am I understood. It comes as a part of the job description and it chafes.
Actually, many experience the same thing. We desire clarity but end up misunderstood. I believe there are quite a few people who can relate to this issue.
We are “communicators” by nature; some do a bang-up job of it, others, not so much. Being misunderstood is the norm of many.
“Gracious words are like a honeycomb,
sweetness to the soul and health to the body.”
The book of Proverbs speaks directly on this dilemma. Healthy words cut through the fog and bring light and hope to others. I’m guessing that we shouldn’t want to sound profound, but humble and gentle and gracious. Wisdom fits in here also.
“There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.”
Here we read of people whose rash words are compared to a sword thrust. They jab and cut. They are malicious and hurtful. I seem to do this far too often.
Others have the opposite outcome. Their words bring healing. I have known people like this. There seems to be a “superpower” to what they say. They don’t say things to sound profound, yet healing seems to follow them around.
Words are powerful; they pierce or they heal. I want what I say and write to have a healing effect on others. I must remember that the tongue speaks only what is in the heart.
Give us true hearts, O God. I want to carry healing to others.