Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Why I'd Rather Have Sticks & Stones

I have been intrigued by words for as long as I can remember. 
When I was 13-years-old, I wrote in one of the many journals that I hid in my nightstand that my #1 goal for my writing was to reveal to the world just how powerful words are, and what they can actually do for one's soul.
 Even at my young age, I knew of the enormous significance words already had on me, and I was determined to dedicate my life to broadcast that to the entire universe.
To this day, this is still my main goal.  
Because my love for writing as grown so quickly over the past few months, my love for words as increased magnificently, as well. 
Every day, I'm finding new words to love and to cherish. Each of these new words seem to be little gifts from above that I thank the heavens for.  
In my very first post The Heartbeat of a HallelujahI proclaim this fascination proudly. But, I also write, "However, I am only beginning to realize the true power that words can have when placed in the hands of a passionate writer." Reflecting on that statement now, those words that I wrote two months ago could not have been written more truthfully. 

I remember when I was a little girl, being picked on, and running to my mother searching for a way to heal the hurt in my heart that had been created by the bullies. Oftentimes, my mother would reassure me that none of the things they said were true. She would follow her consolation by reciting the common phrase: "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." 

At that age, I would hug my mother tight, and go on my merry little way. 
Yet, these days, that isn't quite the case anymore.

Developing this deep admiration for words has come with the realization that when putting them in just the right order, they have the capability of ruining a life indefinitely, continuously squeezing the breath out of the lungs, and creating an unbearable wound that will never heal. It's frightening if you really think about it. Especially being a writer and knowing that the words you tangle together hold that much influence in the lives of each person that reads your work. It's a huge responsibility. 

Dave Barnes wrote a song titled Sticks and Stones, where he says, "I'd rather have sticks and stones and broken bones than the words you say to me. I know bruises heal and cuts seal, but your words beat the life out of me." Just that line itself feels as if a bowling ball has just been dropped on my chest. It's painful. But, sadly enough, it's something that everyone can relate to. We don't remember the pain we felt when we broke our arm in 2nd grade, but we do remember what that bully said at the lunch table in Elementary school as he laughed and pointed in our direction. There has been a time in each of our lives when the words that someone has said to us has radiated deep into our souls, broken our hearts, and occasionally, still resurfaces its ugly head every now and then.

The point of all of this was simply my attempt to reiterate again of the importance of words and how much each of our words weigh in the lives of others. 
Choose your words wisely because they may be ones that someone hears one day and never truly forgets.  

Please also remember that untrue words do exist. I will not pretend that untrue words do not still hurt, but those untrue words are ones that you should never waste your time believing.
You are perfect exactly the way you are. 
You were created to do great things. 
Don't let anything ever stop you.

Psalm 139:13-16 (The Message)
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother's womb. I thank you, High God- you're breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration- what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life prepared before I'd even lived one day. 

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