My mom loved words. You would often find her reading the dictionary, giving people little notes.
My dad loves words too. He's a writer, a thinker and has four self-published books to his name. Not bad.
The Bible says, paraphrased of course, in Proverbs 18;21 that the "tongue has the power of life or death". I believe that to be true. They can hurt, or they can harm. Once spoken, they can be forgiven, though hard-pressed to be forgotten.
Many people throw words around carelessly, lobbing them like emotional grenades. Words are powerful. And they hurt. Words burn in our psyches for a long time, sometimes even outlasting the people who said them.
Why are we always quoting what this person said or that person said if words have no power? My word is my bond. I gave you my word. You gave me your word. You went back on your word.
Especially in this time, be careful with your words. We tell children all the time to "use your words". I think we as adults need to also follow that admonishment but in addition, use them to heal and not harm.
I have discovered I too have a deep love of words. I intend to do my best to use my words to heal the world, not harm it. That is part of my life's work.
I decided to say thank you today to someone publicly on Facebook. It felt good for me to do it, and it felt good for them to receive it. And I daresay it brought us that much closer.
So use your words. And realize the power that lies in them. Will you heal, or will you harm?