I've been thinking a lot lately about words. How words can change things. How words can affect others. How words are powerful. Our words are more powerful than we realize.
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.