We have this place.
In the kitchen, where we seem to gather most. Just an $8 bottle of chalk board paint, an empty wall and scrap wood for makeshift frames. We share lots of words there.
The encouraging place. It’s where every soul in our little home has a place to be loved a little special. We call it the, “speak life wall”
And there, she has written something to me.
My oldest, a lover of words, like me– she simply writes:
“You’re so… thoughtful, giving, and kind.”
And I think…
“Is she speaking to ME?”
Because those words don’t want to settle within my soul– no way. I can feel myself pushing them out.
Why do we do that? At what point do we, “adults”, go from thinking we’re awesome, wonderful, and capable of doing anything (like the six little children in my home think) to thinking we’re just a mean old lady?
How do our men go from thinking they can be a super hero and save the world to thinking they are no better than the desk he sits behind at work? Why can’t they dream big anymore?
Words are where it started. Somewhere in the middle– somewhere between acne, leg hairs, bad grades, and 90’s big hair; we lost the “amazing” in our life and just started to settle for, normal.
We started seeing the yucky. We started feeling the dark little parts of our soul. We let ourselves become identified by our worst, rather than our best.
We let the words within our souls go from, “You are amazing” to, “You can’t even get THAT right.”
How about this?
Today- What if we let the words of others sink into our souls. When someone says you’re pretty- say, “Why thank you.” Rather than, “Oh, thanks… it’s a bad hair day.” When someone says, “You did good!” Don’t reply with, “Oh well… except that little part…” Just say, “Thanks!”
Let those words heal. — I know I need healing.
Today- Let’s be givers of words. Encouraging every little soul who walks by.
“You look pretty today.”
“Wow, kiddo… you’re so strong!”
“My goodness, honey- aren’t you handsome today?”
They won’t want to let the words sink in at first. But if we keep doing this little test of love… I bet they’ll start realizing, they’re fearfully and wonderfully made.
Let’s praise HIM by using healing words, speaking into others lives.
Because those around us are wonderfully made.
“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Psalm 139:14 NIV”
I’m right there with ya!
Someone you know, perhaps? Share the love today.
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