Quick story from this morning….
Number one son and I were in Muscatine the last couple of days doing repairs on a turn of the century house. Place had been converted into a group home and was in need of some TLC. First thing that struck me when we got to the job was the neighborhood. Lots of large older homes, that in their day would have been something to see. Second thing that struck me was the couple next door. The two of them, ( I’m guessing, mid 70’s) were hard at it. She had a dew-rag on her head, and he had one of those floppy safari hats. Their house sat back further from the street than the rest of the houses on the block and it (the house) looked like it could be on the cover of a magazine. A part of me wanted to tell them how nice their place looked, but I didn’t want to come across as some nut-case, so I kept my thoughts to myself.
This morning on the way back to Muscatine, the guy on the radio was talking about the power of our words. Our words have the power to build up, and tear down, and to look for opportunities to encourage.
So, that little thought was rolling around in my head as I was finishing up. I spotted the neighbor lady bringing a garbage can out to the street, so I thought, what the heck. I told her good morning. Then I told her how much I had admired the way they kept their place up. She in turn complimented me on how nice the newly painted front and back porch looked on the house we were working on. We talked for 30 seconds, but that’s all it took.
That little ditty they taught you when you were a kid about “sticks and stones can break your bones, but word can never harm you.”
That’s a bunch of BS. (BS stands for Bad Stuff in German.)
I have a friend who will occasionally say to me “Speak life.”
I like it.
I think it’s a spin off from the phrase “Life and death are in the power of the tongue.”
Do I do this perfectly? Nada.
Especially at home.
Well, I better call it a day. Later! DM