I have thought about writing about words for the past couple of months. In that time, I even heard a sermon that talked about words and the impact they have on others.
I have thought about words a lot lately. I have thought about the written word, the Word of God, and the spoken word. We easily toss words around. We speak in jest, we speak in anger, we speak seriously, and with humor.
I know I have spoken words that have hurt lately, and honestly, I didn’t care if they hurt. This caused me to stop and think about what came out of my mouth, and what came out with my writing.
Words echo on in the minds of the people who hear or read them. When you think about it, it is an awesome responsibility. Do I truly want words that hurt and offend to be what people think about? In a moment of weakness or anger or frustration, do I speak life or death to people? In a time when I am wanting to lash out and empty myself of pain and situations that bother me, do I write words that do not bring hope or joy to people?
Words are powerful things. I still remember things said to me when I was in elementary school. Things that hurt me and made me self-conscious of who I was and what I looked like. These things shaped my thinking.
I have been in awe of the powerful ability of words. It has made me stop and think about what I write. It has made me stop and think before speaking. It has made me stop and ask myself if this is truly how I feel or am I just spewing out things that make me feel better at the cost of others.
I don’t have a solution to any of this, but, I did want to share it with all of you. What are your thoughts on this? Have you ever had a time where you became aware of words? Their beauty, their harshness, their life? Just wondering, and I hope to hear your thoughts on this.