I don’t think I have to tell you that words are powerful.
I’m not always the best with them, I think. I consider myself a communicator but I can’t write with snarky humor like her, or paint a word portrait of heart-wrenching beauty like her. And although I write from a poet’s heart, I don’t use poet’s words like her.
I really do try to use words well. {I guess we all have our own places in the world of words}
Last week I wrote about how someone else’s verbal explosion when I was fifteen altered the course of my life. Those were words that hid selfishness, that exposed her own hurts and that were delivered with a venom weak with pride. It changed me.
And so many of you talked openly about words that had been said to you over the course of your lives. You remembered each one with accurate detail and I was brought to tears because of the vividness.
That says something, doesn’t it?
But words don’t always work that way. They have set me free with wings I didn’t know I had. A few months ago a friend spoke some words to me, a step of faith at the time, but have begun to alter the course of my life. I promise you she didn’t know that that was what would happen. Faith on her part is bringing freedom to me.
And then last week an author-friend told me,
YOU CAN WRITE THIS. There is a book in that.
I can? Yeah, maybe I can. And maybe I will be able to look back on that sentiment and recognize how the spoken-words of a friend changed me. Fixed a funk in me. Helped me see myself with different eyes.
So don’t try to tell me you don’t have a voice. An audience. Words to say.
You do. The words are sitting there on your tongue and at the top of your heart ready to be spoken. The audience you say you don’t have? It’s sitting at your kitchen table during breakfast or next to you on the bus.
Today:
Say a word. A good one. One that heals with wisdom and one said in faith.
But be careful what you say in outburst to your kids, husband, the sales girl at the store. Words can alter the course of a life.
I’m not always the best with them, I think. I consider myself a communicator but I can’t write with snarky humor like her, or paint a word portrait of heart-wrenching beauty like her. And although I write from a poet’s heart, I don’t use poet’s words like her.
I really do try to use words well. {I guess we all have our own places in the world of words}
Last week I wrote about how someone else’s verbal explosion when I was fifteen altered the course of my life. Those were words that hid selfishness, that exposed her own hurts and that were delivered with a venom weak with pride. It changed me.
And so many of you talked openly about words that had been said to you over the course of your lives. You remembered each one with accurate detail and I was brought to tears because of the vividness.
That says something, doesn’t it?
But words don’t always work that way. They have set me free with wings I didn’t know I had. A few months ago a friend spoke some words to me, a step of faith at the time, but have begun to alter the course of my life. I promise you she didn’t know that that was what would happen. Faith on her part is bringing freedom to me.
And then last week an author-friend told me,
YOU CAN WRITE THIS. There is a book in that.
I can? Yeah, maybe I can. And maybe I will be able to look back on that sentiment and recognize how the spoken-words of a friend changed me. Fixed a funk in me. Helped me see myself with different eyes.
So don’t try to tell me you don’t have a voice. An audience. Words to say.
You do. The words are sitting there on your tongue and at the top of your heart ready to be spoken. The audience you say you don’t have? It’s sitting at your kitchen table during breakfast or next to you on the bus.
Today:
Say a word. A good one. One that heals with wisdom and one said in faith.
But be careful what you say in outburst to your kids, husband, the sales girl at the store. Words can alter the course of a life.
Do you need to say something today?
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