Words Matter

Anyone that knows me knows I love a good junk sale. If it's rusty, crooked, old, or vintage, I'm there!

Most of the furniture in our home is reclaimed or repurposed (if you ever stop by for a cup of something, I'll let you play the "guess-which-part-of-what-we-own-was-salvaged-from-the-trash?" game).

I want to have a life filled with character, with meaning, rather than mass-produced products that all look the same.

I want my words to match my Savior.

I know you know this, friend, but I have to say it: our words matter. What we say makes a difference.

I have audibly gasped this week while talking to dear ones in response to what others have said to them. The gasp conveyed the message, "how could they say that?"

And, yet, there are times in my own life that I can look back on and gasp in response to what I've said.

Really? I allowed those words to slip from my lips? I offended, hurt, questioned, relayed sarcasm on purpose?

I have.

Words have power, friends.

(One of my favorite words!)

The word "home" has taken on a new meaning for us in the past year or so. Moving from a parsonage in the suburbs to an old farmhouse in a teeny tiny town to the in-laws to an apartment in a big(ger) city (whew, I'm tired) has been an experience.

I have had to learn the hard lesson that "home" isn't about what our dwelling looks like or who our neighbors are or if our lawn is manicured (or if we have a lawn) or if all the furniture matches.

It's more about how I treat the ones in my home.

How I treat those neighbors.

How I love.

How I respond after a night of no sleep because a 6-year old was wedged in tight and snuggled.

My words as I step on the 1000th Lego.

How I look at inconveniences and interruptions and calendar changes.

That's what makes a home.

That's what I hope to build.

Find your words here.

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