Words can tear people down or build them up. And our choices mean everything.
I really try to be careful with my words. I try to build others up every chance I get. I try to leave others better than I found them. Sometimes I fail at that, but most of the time I'm successful. At least I hope I am. People tell me I'm gifted with writing. They say I'm gifted with words.
It has taken me forever to honor my gifts. I didn't always believe the truth. There's been many people in my life that spent a lot of time destroying my self esteem. They wrote on the slate of who I was changing who I was meant to be.
Thankfully, I have had a lot of people in my life who spent a lot of time trying to build me back up. They saw something I didn't see. They saw the truth. Not only did they believe in me, but they loved me when I didn't even love myself.
I don't know what it is. Maybe it's suddenly losing my dear friend, Betsy. Maybe it's the place Jake & I are in lately, which has not without it's challenges. Maybe it's looking back & wishing that I would have used my time more wisely with those who, for whatever reason, are no longer a part of my life.
I am not perfect. No one is. I make mistakes. I say wrong things. I go over conversations in my head, time & again, wishing I had a do-over; however, I also try to be careful with my words. I try to be kind. I try to build others up. Encourage them. And I pray that, more often than not, my words have left others better than when I found them, even if the place I found them was great.

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