So Valentine’s Day was lovely. I’m down a box of chocolates and in need of some serious yoga and cardio to recover from the sugary effects of my Russell Stover indulgence. In addition to eating too much, I gorged on great content online. I had the pleasure of reading so many posts and affectionate letters written by bloggers in my circles. Here are a few:
- Loving Yourself (Michelle Morgan)
- Loving Your Spouse (Shareen Mansfield)
- Loving and Grieving (Elaine Mansfield)
- Love Itself (The Plagued Parent)
If there’s one thing I love, it’s words. I treasure the cards I receive on Valentine’s Day and other special occasions. I stash them in a drawer and reread them when my soul needs soothing. Still, we can’t rely on our Valentine’s Day sentiments to convey love to those we care about. It’s a daily effort. Never leave a compliment on your lips.
And while it’s so important to use our words to build others up, it’s even more significant to refrain from lashing out in anger. Did you know it takes seven compliments to counteract a single negative comment? Even so, some words stay with us forever. Sometimes a flood of tender, well-meaning words can’t wash away the pain of a few sharp words.
Before we set our words free, we ought to ask ourselves the following questions…
Is it true?
Is it kind?
Is it necessary?
I know this is tough, but I’m up for the challenge — are you? Here’s a poem I wrote to remind myself to be more cautious with my words. Let me know what you think by leaving a comment below…
I tried to catch the words as they flew from my lips,
but they could not be corralled.
Like wild horses they trampled, reckless and unrestrained,
their dark hooves leaving prints in the soil between us.
I speak with caution now, weighing every word on the scales behind my teeth; tasting their quality as a chef samples sauce for the meal.
And though new, sweeter words travel between us now, the remnants of the old remain…
stamped like dark hooves on the clay of your heart.