“Honey for the Mind

When I read, words  filled with  light,  wisdom, and hope,  It’s  like  I’m on a  mission to find the best honey in town- you know,  the kind that’s so good it makes your tongue slap your brains out

I used to be all about reading anything that was popular, heavy or dramatic, that  depth required weight, but what I discovered was that I was just plain exhausted.  The stories I returned to the ones that healed me were the ones that carried encouragement  truth and  a quiet  sense  of God’s awesomeness.  Inspirational words have a way of rearranging the furniture of the soul,  like a spiritual game of Tetris.  A single sentence can steady a shaky heart and a paragraph can feel like a prayer, even if you didn’t know how to pray yet.  Scripture devotional, memoirs  of faith, even gentle humor- all of it  became honey for my mind and spirit

I began to notice how patience grew when I read slowly, how gratitude  showed up unannounced after a few good pages,  and how laughter softened places  I’d armored with seriousness.  Reading this way became an act of stewardship,  like I was tending to a beehive,  protecting what entered, trusting that what stayed would be transformed into something sweet.  Now I read with intention, using words that bless stories that builds,  and voices that leave my spirit lighter than when I arrived. Honey doesn’t rush,  and neither do I. I let the sweetness linger trusting that what feeds my mind will eventually shape my days.  This is how I keep my spirit nourished- one page at a time, gathering honey  wherever  I can find it and storing it for the seasons when I need it most.