Author’s Note: I found this post in the archives this morning, and I do believe it merits posting today. I have been working on my words and tone lately, and I have seen a difference in tone in my home and life…just FYI. Sending hugs!
I’ve been thinking on language lately and how the words we speak in many ways define us. Do you think they do?
As a writer, I find words enlightening, amazing, powerful. I want to learn to craft them into meaningful sentences, paragraphs, pages that speak to those who read, that touch them deeply in their souls.
As I have had this war of words battling for my attention lately amidst fatigue, stress, and discouragement, my words and tone have followed more negatively. I was grateful for the opportunity to attend church a number of weeks ago (we have a lay ministry in my faith, and members of the congregation accept assignments to speak during the service each week), where a fifteen-year-old boy stood at the pulpit and taught truth regarding the power of language. His words spoke to my soul and gave me strength and determination to guard my words more carefully and to use them more cautiously.
I have some changes to make. Thankfully, a new beginning is on the horizon.
And I am grateful for this chance to become a better person.
Life really is a blessing.
And words are a gift…so use them wisely. I know I will try harder from now on to use my words with intention.
The people with whom I speak are beloved and need to be handled with care.
I have twins. They are NOT identical. They are not even the same gender. One is brunette and olive-toned; one is blonde and pink-toned. They are both beautiful. But they DO NOT get along all that often.
In fact, they haven’t gotten along super-well since womb and birth. Think Jacob and Esau, if you read the Bible. But, occasionally, I feel the privilege of noticing what I have come to term a “twin moment.” These moments are sweetly connecting moments, where they seem like more than friends and more than siblings…like two people who inherently need each other and have been inseparable since before birth. I love these moments. 🙂
One happened this weekend, as we were studying scriptures together as a family. The twins were sitting side-by-side with their backs to the arm of the couch and their feet under a blanket together across the cushions. They shared a large-print copy of inspired words, and the one who is more proficient at reading helped the less-proficient one with tough words as we all took turns reading.
I felt like one happy mama.
Then, I began to reflect on those moments when I bask in the connected feelings with my husband, children, sisters, brothers, parents, and friends. I live for those moments when, just being myself, I can CONNECT with another individual. Connecting with others is one of my happiest purposes in life. I’m not sure I can adequately describe the innate desire and need through words…
…so I’ll share with you one of my favorite songs from (brace yourself) my favorite Barbie movie, Barbie and the Diamond Castle. This film celebrates the power of friendship and music, and I LOVE IT. 🙂 Here you go:
And, just for the record, this is post #99….
#100 is up-and-coming…and a celebration! Thanks for sharing this journey with me! I love to feel connected to you!
I’ve been pondering the gift of forgiveness lately…and one morning lately, I wondered if “true” forgiveness involves actually forgetting the wrongdoing (or whatever action called for forgiveness). Can you forgive and still hurt inside your heart?…or inside your head? Can you remember the pain and still consider yourself to have forgiven those around you? Do you try to remember and hang on to what hurt you, like tying a ribbon around your finger?
I don’t have answers yet, but I certainly welcome your thoughts.
As always, sending hugs your way.