Friday, April 8, 2011

A Man of Few Words

I love words.

I love how my daughter  says, “I took a tumble” instead of “I fell down.” I think she loves words too.

Truly though, I love words. I love words that not everyone uses – but everyone knows.

Stunning instead of beautiful. Extraordinary instead of terrific. Crushed instead of simply hurt.

Words create an image and lend a feeling. They say SO much.

Sometimes we are too wordy. We say too much when so little could get the same message across. 

We waste our breath – possibly because we like the sound of our own voice.

The older I get, the more I realize how few words can say so much.

I’m sorry.

I love you.

So much is said with such few words – so much is felt and portrayed.

When God died on the cross He said, “It is finished.” Three words that said something eternal.

I think we are too careless with how we speak. Not just the length and duration in which we speak, but the words we choose to use within that speech, as well.

Silence also speaks. It doesn’t always need to be filled with words.

It sounds so trite – but less truly is more at times. The simpler we make something; in a strange way, the more deeply it can connect. The stronger its message can mean.

Let’s not waste our words. Let’s not waste our breath.

Our words can have a deep impact.


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