Words of Weight

Here is another thought; I came upon it during another of my excursions deep into the depths of my blackberry archives. It was wedged carelessly into a pile of yellowed, musty old sermon notes, so I have dusted it off for you and smoothed out the wrinkles in an attempt to return it to its former state, and hopefully, bring back some cohesive dignity.
It was written some time ago.

I don't want to be the kind of person that just says all the right things, but does things that are right, and sincere, and purposeful, and out of doing, and loving, and giving, then learns to speak words that count; words that can be weighed, and in time, applied,  providing sturdy stepping stones for someone who may find himself or herself suddenly without an explanation,  floundering in a murky swamp of confusion, in need of a lifeline - a direction.
Words that will have a weight of sincerity and wisdom behind them, and a strangely familiar ring in their utterance. Words that, upon reaching the ears of those listening, will resound with significance because of the journey that was first walked, and the paths, highways and by-ways that were explored and pioneered and navigated that gave them their substance and color... and weight.
All the battles, the victories, the losses, the gains. The joys of living, the sorrows of pain, of letting go and starting again.
Words that will uplift, and clear away a bit of the debris for someone, and shed some light, some HOPE.
Out of these experiences we emerge; we discover what we want to say. Our characters are formed in the places we least expect to find ourselves, and by the people we least expect to ever meet.


Be. 
Do. 
Speak.