It all started with a conversation on Facebook. A small thank you note, really, for an entry someone I have never met wrote about our family. Her response took me a little off guard.
“Gosh…you mean I MATTERED?”
And that got me thinking about all the notes and cards and emails we’ve received. So many start with, “I don’t know what to say . . I wish I had the words. . .I know nothing I say can help. . .” But they do. I read them. Late at night, when I go in his room and he isn’t there with his knees tucked under him and that little tush in the air, I read them again. And Saturday nights, when my thoughts start racing and it seems like all the world is crashing in, I read them yet again. Sometimes it is specific words and sometimes it is the volume of responses, but they are not lost on us and they are all so very appreciated.
Words matter. Every day we have the opportunity to speak thousands of words into the lives of those we love: children, spouses, parents, friends and even strangers we run into on the street. Every day, thousands of words are spoken into our lives. Sometimes they build up and sometimes they tear down, but always they matter.
So with that in mind, I decided to start my own little monthly writing project: Words Matter. On the second Wednesday of every month, I’ll put up a post about words and how they have impacted our life and I will include a linky for anyone who wants to participate. I’ll leave it open for a month so you can join in any time.
So start thinking about words — the ones which heal, the ones which hurt and the ones you wish had been said — and come back Wednesday to join in the discussion on just how much they matter.
I even made a nice little graphic for anyone to use, but WordPress keeps converting the code on me when I try to put it in a post. The code in the sidebar appears to be working, but if you have difficulties, let me know and I’ll email the code or walk you how to include it on your blog.