As I was driving down the road today I got to thinking ( I know this is typically where all bad ideas begin) and it struck me that I have a very minuscule vocabulary. I mean, the English language is riddled with beautiful words and though, I think I have a profound grasp on it, I do not. I use the same vocabulary over and over in the hopes of expressing myself enough that it sticks; somehow, someway. I digress. Words, beautiful words, words that are fluid and flowery, words which curve intricately through time and space much like the smells emanating from the vendor carts along food alley at a county fair.
What makes a word good? Is it one that has special meaning? One that is obscure and obtuse? One that covers a brevvy of areas in its quest to be all inclusive? Are their words like this?
Therefore, dear reader, as I keep this entry uncharacteristically short, what is your favorite word and why?
Mine, in case you are wondering, is: forgiven. Why? Because, though I was lost, I am now found and not because of who I am but because of who He is and and not because of what I've done but because of what He did. I don't think there is a more profound word.