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Spoken words can indeed be powerful. Like an egg, once broken can never be put together again. It would have done all the damages and even the ones you didn't imagine or envisaged.

I woke up this morning and thought about all the words that have been spoken to me in the past twelve months. (I dare not go back to childhood memories) Some made me, some memorable, some to hurt me, some to make me feel less human. Some to make me look and feel unimportant, unreliable and possibly below expectations. In all of these, I did something significant... I took them all in, internalised them, sieve off the shaft and moved with the encouragements from those who truly know how powerful WORDS can be.

To be able to get to the level where you shake off all negative words, pls LOVE YOURSELF! VALUE YOURSELF and KNOW YOUR WORTH! A lot of people lack self value so, can never value any other person no matter how hard you try. 

I am not a man-pleaser but God pleaser so I may therefore not be good enough for someone or anyone who doesn't value God's creature. While some see me as above, a whole loads of others see me as invaluable! I value and appreciate all relationships, I expect little or nothing but give a whole lot. I do not hang around for compensations or pay back. 

What I will not take is for anyone to try to make me feel little or rubbish my efforts. No matter how little the effort put in for me, I super appreciate! I don't forget good deeds! Just like I don't ever forget the other even though I forgive.😃

As you go into the new year, pls do not only dust off but also shake off all negative energies around you.

Words can be powerful. Can make and can mar the hearer. If you do not have any good words to edify the hearer, do not say hurtful words. Some may not have what it takes to wash it off. Ordinary spoken words have sent some people to their early graves while some have been sent into depression.

Here is how Google defines WORDS "...a single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, used with others (or sometimes alone) to form a sentence and typically shown with a space on either side when written or printed."

"Express (something spoken or written) in particular words'.


Why not use your words to heal and not to kill?

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  1. So very true sisfren. You are a gem. Don't believe otherwise

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  2. Someone said words don't die. They are indeed powerful. Thank you ma.

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    1. Very true👌. Words sure don't die! I have got lots of them in my memory bank. 😊

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  3. Words are indeed powerful because once said it can't be taken back. Thanks for the write up, it was worth reading and will go a long way in our lives

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  4. Aptly written, words that transcend the test of time.like it or not,it is what it is. Let's speak words of love, encouragement ,empathy etc that is what makes the world a better place to live

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  5. Words are powerful, they have great impact on our lives.
    Thanks so much ma for this piece. You are one in a million. God pls grant us grace to always give out words that edify.

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  6. Some say talk is cheap, but I say the price of words is inestimable! Words make or mar, they build or tear down, they edify or cut down. The careful use of words is to me the sign of a matured personality.

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  7. Hmmmm, indeed Words are powerful, the grace to always heal and not kill with my Words i pray And receive today. Amen

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  8. Thank you for sharing these words they're healing . Spoken words go a long way either to heal or destroy. I wish all our words can heal.

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