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Words can shape perspective.
Words can provide answers.
Words can produce willingness.
Words can release suppressed emotion.
Words can birth new thought patterns.
Words can cultivate integrity.
Words can open doors to faith.
Words can deepen intimacy.
Words can unite the farthest souls.
Words can pave paths to unconditional love.
Words can form character, creating people of excellence.
Words can unleash joy in abundance.
Words can create abounding hope.
Words can resolve wars.
Words can liberate bondage. Release oppression.
Words can initiate a revolution. Trigger revival.
Words can ignite passion, mobilizing action.
Words can create opportunity.
Words can position someone into their destiny.
What are you speaking?
You have the choice:
The opportunity to create life.
Words can give. They can take.
Words can start a chapter, yet they can create an ending.
Words can make you fall in love, or they can break your heart.
Words can start calm a storm, or ignite a sea of strife.
Words can reveal character: the true contents within a heart.
False words break commitments.
Some words speak poisonous lies.
Damaging words can crush self-confidence, further defeating an afflicted heart.
Deceiving words can swerve you from your life path.
Destructive words are potent enough to kill someone’s destiny.
Words can make promises. But how will they be fulfilled?
Whose words are you believing?
Whose words are deceiving you?
Do your words align with your habits?
Do your actions match your motives?
Reflect upon your speech:
Your tongue holds life and death.
I suppose art has always been apart of my life: an innate gift that was active in my childhood. I would spend hours drawing stories about my little make-believe characters, and also hid in my church’s resource room to make glittery creations to hang in my room. Art was the one subject I anticipated with such excitement, always bugging the teachers about the next time we would have it.
As I reflect, art took me out of the daily world and into a limitless realm of wonder where anything stirring in my mind was possible. Unfortunately, my creativity
came to a halt for 10 years when I was immersed in an eating disorder. As my journey toward healing began, my gifted passion slowly returned. Creating again significantly helped me move out of a destructive mode of perfectionism and into a life of freedom to express myself once again.
My art is not perfect, but it reflects the heart of who I am.
It sings a song.
It tells a story unique to me alone, which I find to be a priceless gift that no man can buy.
I find that I am constantly learning and growing in this area with each season that life brings. Whenever I think I am assured that my words are of a place of peace, encouragement, and positivity, life throws a curveball, testing what truly is in my heart. The more I walk in daily life, the more I find such powerful truth in Luke 6:45:
“A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.”
The Lord has really delivered me from a destructive lifestyle of negative self-talk when I surrendered my life to his higher plan a few years ago. I grew up with the mentality that if I punished myself first, no one else’s words or actions could touch me. Little did I know at the age of 11 that this would set me up for a road of damaging wounds, comparison, self- rejection and unrealistic expectations of self-achievement. The critical words I would feed myself continuously regarding my body, value, and incapability to be loved would nearly kill me. I starved myself from any self-affection, let alone God’s unconditional love and affection. As God opened the door to my healing from my eating disorder, I would never dream that a huge component of my healing would be from the power of my mouth. The words I choose to nourish myself with, as well as others. I am constantly learning with each life experience that if I can’t make the effort to feed myself words of encouragement, how can I do that for others?
In the story of the Lame Beggar’s healing at the temple gate called Beautiful (don’t believe that was a coincidence!) in Acts 3, it was by the WORD of the Holy Spirit through Peter that he was healed. It wasn’t because he had wealth or fine possessions, but because he had the word of God through the mighty Holy Spirit. This sources my inspiration to let my words BUILD instead of break, nourish rather than starve, create instead of tear apart, and produce life giving love to those who are in desperate need of the unconditional love that an intimate relationship with Christ brings. It’s my deepest prayer for my art to serve as an expression to encourage others to reflect on the words that are unconsciously pouring out of their mouths, and evaluate how they can change to not only love themselves, but those around them.