Words have such incredible power - power to tear down and power to build up.  Yesterday I heard from an old friend and his kind words are still reverberating in my heart.

It makes me think...a lot. How often do I use language to remind those around me of their value and of the ways that they have blessed me?  So often I use my words in jest and to bring myself up.  Although joking around is fine and good, I pray that I will learn the balance.  Sometimes I catch a glimpse of how difficult it must be to be teased for one thing over and over and over again for one's whole life.  Even if the jesting is in fun, may I learn to be a blessing, not a discouragement to my friends.