How it All Began
I have enjoyed writing since my high school days. Aside from art classes, English was always my favorite subject, particularly anything related to creative writing. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a school teacher. By my senior year in high school, although I loved writing, I hoped to become an artist. Nowadays, the only paintbrush I pick up is usually dipped in a gallon of Eggshell White.
So for now, I’m back to writing, or blogging, or whatever you call what I do. Hopefully the words I choose to share will touch someone in a meaningful way. My plan is not to teach a lesson or to preach, but to share my personal perspective from my tiny corner of the world.
I try to stay dedicated to my Sunday routine of writing. It can be challenging at times, especially if we are traveling. But I pray each week that the Lord will give me something worthy to say.
Like many writers, there are days when I feel dry and uninspired. Those are the days when I share what is going on in our home or in my personal life. Sometimes those little adventures lead to new ideas for future posts.
This morning I found myself thinking about words. Specifically how we share words, and how they can hurt or heal. They are a powerful means of communication, whether written or spoken. We can choose our words with wisdom and compassion, or with haste and vengeance.
“Judge not, that you be not judged. For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you. And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove the speck from your eye’; and look, a plank is in your own eye? Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”
Jesus’ words are convicting to those of us who are willing to take them to heart. The internet has made it easy to hurl insults from afar. Few would repeat the same words if they were seated face-to-face with the person they insulted.
Here’s a question for you. Does the internet make us brave, or does it make us cowardly? It can do both, depending on how you use your words.
For the past two years I have given up social media during Lent. But this year I feel a need to fill those platforms with the love and kindness our Savior modeled for us.
Be the Salt and Light
“Let your speech always be with grace, seasoned with salt, that you may know how you ought to answer each one.” Colossians 4:6
“For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light . . . ” Ephesians 5:8
Words are powerful. Use them sparingly. Choose them wisely. And always . . . remember that plank.