I have been thinking, bad habit, about my earlier piece dealing with being just words upon a page.
I must admit, the phrase haunted me, then. Haunts me, now, truth be told. But, for a different reason.
When I wrote about feeling like JUST words upon a page I was, just, just…all up in my feelings.🤷♀️
Feeling this way and that. Not wanting to feel this way and that. Wrestling with feeling this way and that.
In the wrestling, I came across something very special. I found someone very special. I found my voice. MY voice. Rather, I gave myself permission, finally, to say, feel and be any old type of way I wanted to be.
Heretofore, my words weren’t just for me. They were for everyone else. I was an encourager, you see. Words are the currency, the life blood, the transaction, for an encourager.
Encouraging folks, with our word, becomes what we do. Becomes who we are.
Insodoing, we are left with a paradox:
Did encouraging others, via our words make us encouragers? Or, were we encoragers from jump? Does it, in fact, really matter when the outcome is still the same? The words encouraged. Period. End of story.
Or, is it just the beginning of yet another set of words upon a page?
Which leads me back to the beginning. I am just words upon a page. Ah, but words, upon a page, upon this stage, called life, have changed many lives. Including my own. ESPECIALLY my own.
I think I shall continue to be…
Ah, yes, I continue to BE!
Still…
Always…
Just words upon a page.
I am His words.
I am YOUR words.
As your words are mine.
Let us endeavor to fill life’s pages with love, hope, joy, fellowship, kindness and as much care as our hearts can hold and give away.
shedding more words upon a page,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

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