Words

Words equal expression and we are using them way more than normal now to convey how we feel.

Words carry us to other places and times.  Words are like soft music to the soul or can be rough like barbed wire to the skin.      Careful I must be with what words come from my mouth.  May my words be chosen like picking ripe blueberries from a bush with tender care;  Not like pulling unwelcome vines from a tree.  May I think and ponder what I say as if sitting by the lake in deep thought in the breeze.  Words, oh how I long to be so careful with my words.

Many times I have not been careful with my words.  I pray each day that I can do better with what I say.

Sincerely,

Stacie Wallace

 

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