With great power comes great responsibility.
The more I read through Proverbs, the more convinced I am that Solomon could have written that. I’m reading along with some fantastic ladies through She Reads Truth and spending a good chunk of time in this book recently. Words have power, I am convicted. Words have power to heal and power to destroy. Words have power to give and power to steal. Words have power to comfort and power to tackle.
And, friends, I’ve seen my words have both beautiful and, frankly, ugly impact this week. I fancy myself a writer, which brings with it its own dangers.
Working with words on a daily basis, we can trick ourselves into false confidence. We think, because we’re wordsmiths, that our words can do no wrong. But really, our words can do perhaps even more wrong. Destruction, even if poetic, is still destruction. This false confidence has bold power to break those I love.
Words, whether written or spoken, must carry a heart of love and hands of encouragement behind them. Otherwise, these words are merely hollow letters.
I want my words to carry encouragement. I want my words to carry love. I want my words to carry strength and wisdom and perhaps tough love sometimes, but love ultimately.
And, more precious still, word stumbling can be redeemed in sometimes the most opposite way: quiet.
I’m learning to listen, to say less, to read more and to write less. To think, pray, reflect before I word vomit — verbally, on paper or on a screen.
said could have said, with great power comes great responsibility. And that’s what I’m learning about being a writer.