That nursery rhyme lies.
Words matter.
Long. Short. Multi-syllabic.
Words matter.
Written. Thought. Hurled. Whispered.
Words matter.
Instructive. Constructive. Destructive.
Words matter.
You can remember, can’t you Readers, when words hurt more than sticks and stones? Even now, I bet you can feel the pain, the sorrow, the regret.
Words matter.
When did we last pause long enough to choose words that mattered? When did I?
Words matter.
I have decided. I am sorry. I forgive you.
Words matter.
Thin places, those Spirit-filled places, appear when thought-full words, hope-full words, peace-full words are extended as olive branches.
Words matter.
Amen.
As a preschooler, my mother would create flashcards for me to practice. “Yikes” was my all-time favorite word as a child. What was yours?
AdventurouslyAuthentic 
Thin places, those Spirit-filled places, appear when thought-full words, hope-full words, peace-full words are extended as olive branches. – Such a powerful line. My favorite word was and still is AMAZING.