I’d had a tough day at work: someone decided to use me as a verbal punching bag. I was feeling under-appreciated, violated, and insulted. The short drive home seemed hours long as those stinging words swirled around in my mind.
I did not say a word as I entered the house, but my face said enough. My bride asked me how my day was. Grunting in response, I began my after-work routine: emptied my pockets, changed into more comfortable clothing. I then plopped down onto the couch with a heavy sigh.
Angel got up from her stack of papers waiting to be graded. She walked over to me, sat down next to me. Cradling my head against her shoulder, she told me how much she appreciated all my hard work and sacrifice.
As her words filled my head, they were like a sweet aroma, overpowering a foul stench. I instantly felt renewed and revitalized. She then walked back to the kitchen table where her schoolwork was waiting.
Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. (Proverbs 16:24)
I’ve had other moments like that, rescued by the gracious words of friends and loved ones. It truly is amazing how much restoration can be sown by a few simple, gracious words.
As I reminisce a bit, I am forced to wonder if anyone has similar memories of me, where I was the one offering gracious words. Do I offer grace and restoration as I interact with others? I hope so. If not, I pray that I begin to.
I’ll start with all of you who visit this blog: you are generous and kind to me, encouraging and uplifting. Thank you for being awesome just by sharing yourself with me.