This has nothing to do with my writing, but what a cool shot. Wait...this was a "powerful" fish, but Hunter won.
Words. No matter if they are written, spoken, or sung, words are powerful.
Proverbs 16:24 reads, “Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.”
Last night I wrote about how I was out of my funk. Well, one thing that helped me get out of my despair was the words of a wise woman.
I was returning phone messages to some of my mother-in-law’s friends. I was hoping to comfort them and be a blessing to them in their time of healing. I had good intentions, and was trying to take my mind off of my pitifulness and be a servant to others. My heart wanted to do so, but my mind was still not in focus. When I spoke with one lady, I ended up receiving the blessing instead of giving. Her words rang honest and hopeful. That is exactly what I needed… Hope! (Thanks, Mrs. OJ.) Yes, her words were sweet to my soul and healing to my bones.
Then, right before midnight last night Satan was trying to put some fear in me. Everyone was gone from home except for me and my youngest. When that happens, of course I hear (or think I hear) every little noise there is to keep me from getting a good night’s rest. I usually read the bible or watch a little television when this happens. But this night, I didn’t want to disturb Cole while he was trying to get to sleep. So I put my phone under the sheets, like a kid with a flashlight under the bedding to look at a magazine or book (I mean study. Ha-ha). I touched the Facebook icon to see what was going on in the social media news of my world. The first and last thing I read was a prayer a friend had posted titled, “Prayer of Peace”. Instantly I felt God’s peace rush through me. This morning I message my friend and told him what happened, and thanked him for the prayer. (Thanks, Anton.) Those words were sweet to my soul and healing to my bones.
Twice today the words of songs were powerful for me. Another friend texted me and told me about a song he heard while we were in Kentucky. When he heard it he thought of us. The song was “Home” by Sundy Best. I went online and watched the video to this song. I see why this song made my friend’s thoughts turn to us. I replied back and mentioned how Jany was home in more ways than one now. (Thanks, Jeff.) Those words were sweet to my soul and healing to my bones.
The other song was Mercy Me’s “The Hurt and the Healing”. Another precious friend had given me the cd after our recent loss. I was a bit stronger this time hearing it, and I felt comfort and strength from God. (Thanks, Susan.) Those words were sweet to my soul and healing to my bones.
Be mindful of the words you say and write. May they be words of hope and encouragement. May the words you breathe be sweet to one’s soul and healing to their bones.
Words…words are powerful!
Blessings and God’s love to y’all.
| June 28 |