I am 63 years old, and I am still astounded at the pleasure—and yes, the pain—that can come as a result of someone’s words, often quickly or casually said. The ones that give me pleasure are like a ray of sunshine and instant euphoria:
- I cleaned out my desk this weekend, and you wouldn’t believe how many handwritten notes I had from you. I saved and treasure each one.
- Your encouragement made so much difference to me.
- Your song in church was like a hug from God.
- I’m so happy to see you!
The words that cause pain are like a knife jab to the heart, and sadly, the people who cause them are often oblivious.
I’m writing today to say, please, don’t be oblivious! Don’t be oblivious to the power of your words.
You’re likely to be around more family and friends during the holidays than usual, and you’ll have lots of opportunities to speak words that deliver either love or pain. Please choose love. Don’t let those you love get on your nerves, even if they’re loud or eat too much or drink too much. Don’t risk hurting them with a comment about their weight or how tired they look or how you wish they’d wear different colors. You’ll forget you ever said it, but they won’t.
Others may actually be rude or hurtful to you, but don’t take the bait. Resist the urge to retaliate with hurtful words of your own. If you must respond, defuse things when you can. “What you just said really hurt my feelings because it sounded like (fill in the blank). Did you mean that?” When I’ve had the courage to say something like that, I’ve been amazed how often they didn’t mean what I thought at all. By giving them the opportunity to explain, I saved us both from more pain. Sometimes it’s best just to walk away.
[NOTE: I am not talking about truly abusive situations or circumstances, but rather the common types of interaction that occur whenever family members get together. If your situation is more serious, seek professional help.]
I just want to remind you — and myself too — that it really makes a difference what we say, especially at this holy time of year. In an inspiring TED talk by orchestra conductor and musician Benjamin Zander, he told of meeting a woman who shared her story of being sent to a German concentration camp when she was a girl, along with her very young brother. On the train in which they were shoved like cattle, she realized her little brother had lost his shoes. In her fear and exhaustion, she fussed at him for being so careless. They were soon separated, and she never saw him again. Her words of anger and frustration were the last ones she ever spoke to him. Years later, when she finally walked out of that hell on earth into a new life, she made this vow,
I will never say anything that can’t stand as the last thing I ever say.
This is what I challenge you to do this holiday. And then every day of your life afterward. Make your words bridges, not weapons. Use them to connect, not divide.
You won’t always succeed, but oh, the effort will have been worth it!
Pamela
This post gave me the shivers. So so so so true. Thank you for the reminder – especially important this time of year when we’re surrounded by family!!! I will never forget the words of the woman who suffered from the Holocaust.
Blessings.
Elizabeth Cottrell
Me, too, Pamela! When I first heard that story, I knew it would haunt me forever. And isn’t it ironic that when we’re around family, we’re the most vulnerable to being hurt by someone’s words? I guess it’s because these are usually the people whose opinion of us matters most.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
Sarah C. Albritton
I like to remember the lines from Emily Dickinson–
“A word is dead
when it is said,
some say.
I say it just begins
to live
that day.”
What are our words birthing into the world?
Beautiful post, as always!
Elizabeth Cottrell
Thanks for this poignant piece from Emily Dickinson, Sarah. It’s perfect for what I was trying to convey. On a related tangent, I am remembering another little piece I’ve always loved called “Outwitted” by Edwin Markham:
He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle and took him In!
Thank you for commenting!
Annette Petrick
Elizabeth – Beautifully phrased and presented. Your thoughts are always so pure and enlightening. Thank you sincerely for sharing them so often. May you continue to provide inspiration and joy throughout 2014.
Elizabeth Cottrell
Thanks so much, Annette. That is high praise from someone who also shares so many words of love and encouragement at http://considerthisonline.com. Your “Consider This” reflections are always an inspiration.
Karen R. Sanderson
How odd I should find this post in my inbox this morning. Just yesterday, someone at work said something hurtful (and borderline inappropriate) to me and it stuck with me and bugged me all morning! It took a lot of effort to shake it off, remembering that this person is just plain negative and a must-get-the-last-word meanie. While I try to hang with friendly, upbeat people, both in person and on the net, every so often a negative comment sneaks in. When with family and friends, this holiday season and beyond, I will try to remain positive, loving, helpful with my comments and interactions. Thanks for the reminder, Elizabeth! (And in the future, I’m going to avoid the meanie!)
Elizabeth Cottrell
It’s all so much easier said than done, Karen, and I hope I didn’t come across as sounding judgmental. We ALL have delivered AND received hurtful words and it’s just something worth working on. I really appreciate your sharing this experience. I’m quite sure many will identify with it!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!