There is just something that happens when good words come your way.
Good words can make you forget for a moment all the difficult things you’re facing, or all the various Jordan-type moments you’ve had to forge across.
Good words are a heart’s reprieve from the exhausting things and the unknown things and the oh-woe-is-me things.
Not sure why, but I felt like God kept highlighting moments like that for me this past week.
A random sweet text from a friend, telling me only that she was thinking of me. The words were a hug.
My youngest, a part of the full-time workforce now (gasp), showing me how he started Christmas shopping for the family on his own. Holding up something special he’d found for his dad, and his words made my mama’s heart expand, “I know it was more than you’d want me to spend, but I think Dad deserves something cool once in a while. He’s always the one doing everything…”
Gah. Where’s my kleenex???
I watched on Saturday as women from all over the same province who only get to connect via the internet, suddenly found themselves face to face at our regional women’s event for WIMM Canada, and you could hear all the good words.
“I can’t believe I get to see you again! YES!”
“Girl, I have missed you so bad. Has it really been only a month since we last hugged!”
“Is that really you? I was so thrilled to hear we could finally meet!”
The good words spilled out and filled the room over and over and were accompanied by smiles and squeals and hugging and blessing and laughter, and…
Well, the good words created a safe happy space.
Burdens felt lighter, shoulders straightened, chins were lifted, eyes glowed. Thanks went out to the Good Father.
And just today, I’m walking through a store on an errand. And there browsing through coats and scarves is my grade 5 elementary school teacher, Ms.Chapman. Looking almost the same as when I was 11, I recognize her instantly.
Funny how immediately I argued with myself in the span of a few seconds on my approach.
“What’s wrong with you? Go say hi! She was your favorite teacher in the whole school!”
“Oh that’s just what she needs… reminded of how much time is gone. Who needs that?”
“She won’t even have a clue who you are… how many years did she teach? You’re only a part of the whirlwind of all the years… it’ll be embarrassing for both of you…”
But I had been carrying around the effect of good words all week, and in the end, I sidled up beside her and confirmed it was her, “Ms. Chapman?”
She gave a questioning yes, and I proceeded with a grin.
“I just wanted to stop and say hi… I’m a former student from grade 5, Elizabeth Bagshaw School….”
“Aaaaahhhhh!” Yes! I LOVE when my students take time to stop when they see me!”
She smiled so big and grabbed me in a hug, and gave me the once over with a laugh.
“And which one were you?”
And so the good words tumbled out of both of us. She was the towering and imposing teacher with a wicked sense of humour and a big heart, and I was the super thin, tiny, quiet girl (ha, if you could just see me now) who she would spy in the hallway and would actually swoop down on and pick me up upside down and threaten to sit me that way in my desk… which we ALL loved when she did because after she carefully set you down again, she’d wink and give you a “star pupil” sticker which you would proudly wear all day.
And we laughed, and she asked about family, and swapped some stories in the middle of that store, and had a reunion built on good words.
And she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me once more with her goodbyes and her last words were, “Oh my goodness, that just made my day.”
And here’s the thing.
Good words will do that. The kind you give. And the kind you receive.Good words will do that. The kind you give. And the kind you receive. Click To Tweet
I feel like we live in a world right now starving for good words. So many people arming themselves with words instead of using them as gifts. And the Lord reminded me about just how much of a gift words can be for others, instead of using them to retaliate.
To Mary, all alone one night, (literally and figuratively), delivered by an angel messenger. “Do not be afraid. You have found favor with God. You will bring forth a Son, and you shall call his name Jesus, Emmanuel, God With Us.!”
Good words to the confused and wary Joseph, desperate to be honorable… “Do not be afraid… Mary will bring forth a son conceived of the Holy Spirit, and you will call him Jesus, for he will save His people from their sins!”*
To the shepherds keeping watch over their sleepy flocks. Another angelic messenger plus an entire entourage heralding good words. “I bring you good tidings of great joy, guys! Tidings for everyone! For there is born this day, a Savior. Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace, and goodwill toward mankind!”* *my paraphrase*
And you. Do you want good words? Powerful good words? Spoken to you when no one else will?
Hear them being declared to you as Christmas approaches, for His Word, His Good Word, is filled with them. Hear them come from the very lips of Jesus, in all the words in red across the pages in the New Testament. Hear them pouring from the prophets in the Old Testament to the weary nations. Hear good words from the cross, and then later in the garden tomb. Hear them in the upper room, and even from a doubt-filled apostle. Hear them from the throne room in Revelation where the King now awaits.
Hear Him call you Beloved. Hear Him call you His. Hear Him call you chosen. Hear Him call you loved. Hear Him call you child.
Hungry for good words from the One who matters most?
His Good Word is saturated in good words meant for every heart who longs for them.
And then to pass them on.Never before has it been so important to get and give away all the good words. Click To Tweet
Never before has it been so important to get and give away all the good words.
Who do you need to share some good words with today?
Feel free to share in the comments below some good words you received recently and how they made you feel! I’d love to hear!
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