I am articulate. Words flow with ease, especially when I am upset.
Although I have surprised people since I was barely two years old with my mastery of language, it is a gift, pure and simple. No effort on my part at all; words just flow. Probably because I am tiny, words are my defense against anyone who threatens me. According to friends, my words do disarm antagonists.
Yes, powerful words protect us. I know from experience that words can diffuse evil and derail violence. I have even talked my way out of a rape. I talked circles around the man, even though he held a knife to my throat. Drove him crazy till he literally pushed me out of his truck with my eyes bound with tape because as the tape was about to cover my mouth, I went ballistic. You see, my mouth is my weapon.
I also know from experience that words have the power to bring freedom and healing and shine light and reveal the truth. Mere words of comfort have literally changed the course of my life.
Yet there is a cost to consider. A fellow blogger commented on one of my posts,
“Words have the power of the Atom harnessed within them. With that power comes great responsibility. Sometimes it will cost you everything to stand for something bigger than yourself, to say what should said. Sometimes your words will leave you with nail scarred hands…”
My heart started pounding as I read these words because this fellow’s insights rang true and resonated within me.
Words can also stir and rile up those who prefer to live in the shadows and those who do not want to be exposed.
Words are powerful.
Be careful. Be wise. Discern and then be brave as you wield your gift of words.
The Joy of Mothering