Words have power.
Most everyone over twenty-five has learned this lesson. Me…
I’ve learned it over and over. What you say matters.
A couple of months ago I had a … Hummmmm, I’ll call it a disappointment. I let my guard down and allowed myself to dream a dream I thought was long dead and buried.
It was nothing huge, at least it wasn’t huge from an outside perspective. But from in here where I live, from this heart of mine, the impact of the resurrection of that dream and once again it’s death, opened a hidden wound.
And for a little while, I hurt.
I have this friend Shannon. I met Shan through Sara (Gitzen Girl). Sara and Shan were best friends…still are I suppose, only Sara’s living on the other side of eternity and Shan is still on her earthly journey.
Anyhoo, Shan is this tender hearted soul who loves well.
She sent me a text in the middle of my melt-down, asking how I was…so I told her.
“I’m hurting. I allowed myself to dream a dream I thought long dead…and it isn’t working out…so here I am again burying this dream…and it’s hurting my feelings.”
I left out the details of the dream, because honestly, I was embarrassed and felt silly allowing myself to dream it again…
What she wrote back brought me to my knees. Literally.
“How brave you are to dream again Sweet One…”
Weeping, on my knees I felt Gods arms around me. He wasn’t looking at me like I was silly or foolish, His words to me were Shannon’s words…
How brave you are to dream again…
Those words have replayed in my heart a hundred times in the past weeks. Every single time I’m overwhelmed with two things…
How great is His love towards us
The power of our words
Shannon’s heart is tender and full of God’s love and out of her heart came His words for me.
And those words…they comforted.
I pray that like Shan, my heart would be so full of Jesus that my words would be His words bringing comfort and healing.
Enjoy your day my friends…as for me, I’ll be continuing our move from the Little White House to Stone House Lane~Smooches & Hugs